Monthly Archives: November 2016

Wounded

Perhaps my Name will change again
And pity will flood their eyes. 
Maybe my gaze will scream, “I’m fine!”
While they shake their heads
 and smile. 

Who will I become? What new
Label will crawl into my blood
What stamp will march across my face 
And leave its inky, staining trace
What wrong allele now needs to be healed?

I burrow into sleep until the great reveal.