on my way into my body my mother told me
emphasis punctuated with serious finger pointing
you are the dark heel of the family,
lesbians end everything!
living in tomorrow I inadvertently
ping the deviance-from-hetero-norms radar
by being something different
on my way through high school socials my classmates told me
through the sound bones of my stubborn skull
voices rising on the night wind
poofters and lezzos end everything
living in tomorrow I inadvertently
stoke anxieties of the cultural after-party
by being something different
one day in my twenties my father told me
you are the vulnerable, invisible splitting atom
of your own self-destruction,
bombs end everything!
living in tomorrow I inadvertently
resist following my own footprints to extinction
by being someone different
on this day in my life plan I’m still looking for a narrative
that doesn’t start with a woman being murdered
I go for value capture,
embrace the end of everything
remembering tomorrow I inadvertently
read again graffiti we daubed on walls and billboards
living something different
