Lisa Summe

I wonder the distance

 

between me & the moon, not in miles but in gays,
like how many homos would it take to build a bridge

of queers long enough to get there & there’s a lot
of hand holding in this idea, or not in miles but in feelings, 

my ankles swollen with the weight of the internet
events. On a Sunday evening my bow tie is perfectly 

symmetrical & no one at the zoom wedding 
knows I’m in sweats. The two person choir

sings Ed Sheeran & Adele from behind
N95s at the bride’s mother’s house & I wonder

when anyone will be able to grind on anyone
again in public, the real sanctity of a wedding. 

There is no tech support besides 
the groom. Out the window the moon 

is full & bright & for a second everything 
is a trophy. My period is late & my girlfriend 

would make a great father. She’s perfect
to marry but we’re poly. I find myself

bored by the wedding & also I find myself 
sobbing at the vows, zoom could not

ruin them like I thought it could. It’s like I believe
in everything & nothing. Couldn’t wait to get off

the video call but not shit else on the calendar. 
I take off my tie then eat all the bread. 

I go to the store. I buy a pomegranate 
to have something to take my time with.

 

Lisa Summe is the author of Say It Hurts (YesYes Books, 2021). You can find her playing baseball or eating vegan pastries in Pittsburgh, PA, and at lisasumme.com.