Queer

Queer 
—for Frank Bidart 

I lied to myself about it—
But he wouldn’t let me lie

“Do me,” he said instead—
Saying it so convincingly

Showing me what—
I’d been missing so badly

It was back in 1957—
The Junior High locker-room

And I was Chicken Little—
With the Sky Falling down

All the way down—
To my nelly weak knees

After that I wasn’t just—
A dizzy Little Queen anymore

I was the Blues Brothers—
On a Mission for God!!!