10.15.2013

The Son of None

I am
the son of none
and the fabric
of my being, undone

deliver me
to where you’ve gone
for what it means
to be male
I’ve known

" you can’t pull wool "
over eyes that have seen

and you can’t mix words
to declare you’ve been
" in my shoes "

I say…
do you have the time?
to understand?