I wanted a big funeral.
I wanted to be remembered by thousands.
I wanted a full plate of many talents.
I have done well to make that so,
Becoming something with the breadth of an ocean
With the depth of a river creek.
It’s not what I bargained two decades for.
“Please forgive my foolishness.
I’m getting over a bad breakup with my masculine side.”
Surely goodness and mercy
Shall fill the cracks of my neurosis
And I shall breathe life like a dragon,
Making peace with my insignificance.
“I’ve become the blue-hearted tactician
Who wishes to peel the muscle from their backs
And shape them outward to turn to wings.”
“One by one in the midnight hour,
I begin reciting the names of those faceless beings.
They skitter and gurgle against the pale brick walls,
Roaring their loudest as they prepared, for death.”
I’ve gotten out of my routine, Like gravity deciding to take a day off I’ve floated aimlessly, Joyously, Through the … More