The Knowledge

is within us  a cartography
of queerness  unfolded
on Smalltown platforms
contours clear as bloodlines
as hunting calls on playgrounds
known as backs of hands
rote as routes  out of boyhood
gridlock  razored as retorts
on the portcullis of campness
curlicued as the consonants
of primetime palatalisation
salted as wounds  from legacy
legislation  sweet as ass
holy as matrimony

Nathan Evans