THREE POEMS from Bob Holman
MARRIAGE - IT'S A DIRTY LITTLE SECRET

Elizabeth and I taxied down
to City Hall to get married
Last year my mother eloped
with Howard to Key West.
I hear through the grapevine
my brother Stu is set to marry
Anne whom I’ve never met.

My sister Amy married Jerry
at a cult ceremony in Kansas
along with 499 other couples.
My other brother Lewis and Steve
had their picture in the paper
as they waited in line to be the first
gay couple to legally conjoin in NYC.

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