whole

a poem not to everyones liking. what is it to be whole?

 

 

WHOLE.

The new day apophasis,

the raising of lgbt issues

by claiming not to mention it,

like cool, calamitous Catholics.

Then

the prophesy of death

by the homeless transgendered

who chooses suicide over

Dionysian myth and ecstasy.

 

Whole.

 

Say, the brave women who wrap their

bald heads up in scarves or draw

those theorized, makeshift eyebrows

with Revlon colorstay pencils

for the ones lost in the sea of Cytoxin.

 

Whole.

 

No apologies allowed and no excuses

for this pseudonymity,

this apotheosis of life; the deified will

to survive.

Having one breast and not feeling womanly,

having small breasts with the desire to feel womanly.

Whole.

 

Say, the bodies stacked up

near Gila Bend in the rugged

desert of southern Arizona could serve as a

reminder, not to try crossing,

yet they try anyway wanting to be

whole. Some walk for weeks in the

debilitating heat. Say that was

your immigrant  daughter.

Your son, wanting,

 

Whole?

 

Yet.

To be tragically Negrow (thank you Janet Mock)

and truth be told, with no absolute

certainty. To stand sometimes alone

on my dubious authenticity.But being

whole is grander than female,

deeper than identity,

more confident than sexuality.

It is next months life

after todays  presumed

death.

 

whole

 

 

 

Reviews

[Corset]

You are so beautiful and brave, but not only that you are an amazing talent, and a beautiful soul. God doesn't make mistakes, it only makes things unique, like snowflake, there is no correct mold, it keeps mixing things up to come up with "better".

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Knockabout, juicy and historical.