Holy Water Un Binate

Color and my queerness sit together in symphony, sharing their intricacy and intangibility.

Does color exist without it being perceived?

Can gender exist without being conceived?

My queerness and the blue of water are not pre discursive.

They were designed and assigned, without malice yet without divinity.

For the creek behind my house is green, and the park's lake is rotted and muddy, and the tide is blackened, and the rain that hasn’t left my porch has reddened, and I bathe in an opalescent pool in my grandmother’s side yard.

It is naive to tether water to blue and I to a binary.

For we are soaked to the bone in a luminescence un tinted

un stained

and un hued.

Just blindingly and brilliantly divine.