Applicate

I dream of wayward office fans in hospital rooms, frantically fighting for off switches and wake to a window AC blasting, my dreams have been so strange lately. I dreamed I passed a woman in the street who used to me like a mother to me and haven't seen in years, what of it. It is summer, the world is trying to whisper to me. I'm trying to prove myself to you, America, I'm trying to mold myself in your image, thirty-two years we've spent together America, isn't it time we made it official? For better, or for worse, I've already given you all, isn't it your turn to prove what that means. 

If you like it, 
then you should have put a ring on it 

but I'll settle for your papers. 

In a previous millenium, I could've never expected that we'd be here,
America. 
But I fell in love, despite myself,
full of the audacity of a secure attachment, 
full of belief that we'd both be allowed to be our selves

And still have a place with the other. 

Now is the time
we show our hands.