Rebroken

 Sometimes I imagine myself
 unbroken. As if

 I needed to be
 flawless and aethereal
 to be loved. As if

 that was why
 you loved me.

 In my dream, a smarter version
 of me catches themself
 and they wonder aloud:

 "Where are those who will sit
 with fear and uncertainty
 and not flee
 in the face of a queer god?"*

*Marcella Althaus-Reid and Lisa Isherwood: "Thinking Theology and Queer Theory", Feminist Theology 15 (2007), 302-314, p. 309.