What if Steve wasn’t a hair stylist
or an aspiring florist?
And every night,
when Adam brought home the bacon,
all the Chelsea boys sang
“we’re ready for a rainbow revolution!”
What if Mary joined Dykes on Bikes
and led the parade,
bare breasted,
in a black leather bustier,
with matching boots,
fishnet stockings,
tattoos
and piecing’s EVERYWHERE!
platinum panties,
and a helmet
with dazzling chrome spikes
sparkling like a crown
of diamond thorns?
What if God shopped at Whole Foods,
only ate organic,
and was last seen at Bergdorf’s
trying on a pink taffeta gown?
Was it Lacroix?
To wear as he escorts Adam down the aisle
to give away to Steve
at the altar,
in a Cathedral
on a perfect day in Spring,
while the tulip trees sing!
To be followed
by an intimate reception
at the Frick Museum.
Because the Temple of Dendor
is tired, tired, tired
and “our” venue
is so Edith Wharton?
What if the world
was a giant disco ball floating space,
with ABBA angels singing Fernando,
while Cher offers unicorn pony rides
to all the lovely lonely hearts
that have found their way home?
Where every night
is like Saturday at the Roxy,
and everyone is welcome,
as long as they can shake their booty
or “strike a pose” at the bar?
What if all the red hats
saw themselves at once,
reflected in the disco light
and surrendered
to absolute pleasure,
for one fabulous moment,
before they disapeared
into fairy dust?
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