yakksoho
Bluelighter
Bent
I hate when people divide children into gender groups
(And not metaphorically)
Because it tries to assign them
To Column A or Column B
I am always very uncomfortble with it
It's as though I am always in the wrong group
I know I don't belong with the
Fat, dripping, glowing persons
Seated in a circle
With their ankles crossed
And their raw cooked skin
Crumpled over their
Identical boys' pants
Insisting an elegance of "not trying"
I have always wanted to line up in the "wrong" queue
And put my arched back parallel to all the rest
And bat the long eyelashes that are never artificial
And move in a beat that is individual and different from each other
Sometimes it seems as though the extra weight has faded
And I no longer have to carry it
And sometimes it seems as though
I have the strength in my voice
To talk so hushed it is unique
And sometimes coming strongly
Is the inadvertant halloucination
That I am a wire
That has finally been bent into the right shape
25.09.01
I hate when people divide children into gender groups
(And not metaphorically)
Because it tries to assign them
To Column A or Column B
I am always very uncomfortble with it
It's as though I am always in the wrong group
I know I don't belong with the
Fat, dripping, glowing persons
Seated in a circle
With their ankles crossed
And their raw cooked skin
Crumpled over their
Identical boys' pants
Insisting an elegance of "not trying"
I have always wanted to line up in the "wrong" queue
And put my arched back parallel to all the rest
And bat the long eyelashes that are never artificial
And move in a beat that is individual and different from each other
Sometimes it seems as though the extra weight has faded
And I no longer have to carry it
And sometimes it seems as though
I have the strength in my voice
To talk so hushed it is unique
And sometimes coming strongly
Is the inadvertant halloucination
That I am a wire
That has finally been bent into the right shape
25.09.01
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