The Man I Was(n’t)
I’m not the man I was
or the man I pretended to be
I’ve shed that skin
stepped into the new glory of self
I was given a mouse’s moniker
standing by the bus one afternoon
my first glimpse of a world
beyond the walls of expectation
later still, one strap down,
triangle pendant flashing,
I danced to Erasure and felt
a gate open in my chest
it closed again
but not forever
/ / /
1 May 2025
Charlottesville VA
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