there it was
off and lost,
her soul,
it slipped away
without her knowing
leaving her cold
and in shadows
a quieter woman
inexplicably alone
in the biggest crowds;
shivering
in the warmest sun
with no thought
to call it back to her
with no way
to stem the sense
that she was shadow
without a body
drifting through
a duller sea
than was meant to be

he wanted to destroy the world
so he could be the one to save it;
and this was who he was –
a man who would extinguish candles
that he might set them aflame again
to claim the role of light-bringer;
he was a destroyer first
that he might become a creator last
and bask in the glow of thanksgiving.

i plucked out my eye
hoping for wisdom
but it only grew back
and i was me – twice more,
twice more me
than i was before

 

every pixelated post
of every sort
in every way
is a desparate seeking
of immortality
as i upload small bits
of my fractured light
that i might become
a ghost in the global machine
backed up for posteriety
and the end of all things

i am me
i am not peter
not cantelon/mccarty/valeriote/samuels/omansky

i am me
only me

no dad
but definitely not
imacculately conceived
i had no man to model
so i am not man
i am not woman
maybe both, not either
but a better woman
made me a better man
that i might know i am neither

i am me
and she was she
i am not straight/gay/lesbian/trans/2 spirit
i am not husband/father/brother/son/uncle
i am invisible and visibly here
and brazenly standing right in front of you

not christian/jew/muslim/buddhist
not atheist/agnostic/believer

i am me
only me

can’t
you
see

just me

not liberal/conservative/communist/anarchist
not tall or short
not sexual or asexual

i’m not gen x or millenial or any
in between
fuck every distinction ever made
by cowards and our lazy oligarchy

i am me and me alone
and me in the midst of it all

no box or cubby or file
no friend no foe
no personality test or horoscope
defines me…not you…just me
only me

i want to be
just be
in a sea
of labeled shit
that makes it easy
to know who to hate
and i am not white/black/brown/red/yellow
just me

it is enough
it is everything
to take my place
to sing whatever song i choose to sing
it is enough

i am none of these things
and maybe i am everything
i am dead and i am alive
and i am beyond it all
and bound right here
forever and never

i am me
why can’t you see
it has always been this way
today tomorrow and yesterday

i am me

i am who i am
has always been
will always be

i am

me.

morning
and sun is gold
inside the bleached snow
glowing like a hidden treasure
from within

and if it were yesterday
it would all be for naught
it would all be passing beauty
easily forgot
amidst a deeper, lingering backdrop

but it is today
and so it is a good
and wondrous thing to see
causing better, higher thoughts

and i know
that beauty can be missed
in the passing storm
buried beneath it all
unless one digs for it