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He Was Born A Girl

Updated on December 27, 2012

Don’t delay, come under me in

this soil, let the lid fall on us and every light

dissipate as phobias and fetishes go hand

in hand as this bloated face watches us.

Allow her hair to cascade in a tangle

with filed nails; from the crook of her toes

at the end, she is my girl,

my dearly departed.

I come to the river, same tongue in her mouth say

forgive me, father, let my belly bulge, eyes rot, and

ants nibble away my skin. Let the worms eviscerate

the gut, oh sweet sound of bone crunching,

as fish chew through my calcium deposits.

What am I to you, father? What was I?

Forget me. Like tears in your eyes. Forget me. Like

fish-head you’ve cradled me in your arms

told me to remember that even weed grows cold,

and piss can be drunk like blood.

I know those turquoise earrings and

mink scarf, these calico bracelet in a coffer

to take home. But when his children ask me

where Papa is, I whisper the truth, my child

I spread wildflowers in the current. I saw him wear stiletto

high hills—undergarments that do not fit him

little ones, see them in the river, touch the name your

father provided for us, Lily.

Lily, in my mouth.

Lily, we can rest now. Like the tomb

poking out through the mud.

How cold and hard that name sounds

under my tongue, the rustle of maggots

squirming in our bodies and turning

us into flies.


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      Shauna L Bowling 5 years ago from Central Florida

      I certainly hope this isn't true of your life!

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      katoly 5 years ago

      this is goooooooooooood

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      Albert Kivak 5 years ago from Cemetary

      No, thank you all for allocating the time to read my work. Means a lot me.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 5 years ago from Southern Illinois

      This brought a tear, so very sad, yet real in a sense that this happens and sometimes it takes years to work through the pain of not feeling comfortable. I could feel your anger. Blessings to you, and thank's for sharing.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 5 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Quite unusual. To each his own I guess. Odd pics.

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      Linda Rogers 5 years ago from Minnesota

      Wow-this is a remarkable yet painful piece of poetry. So much pain, anger, loss and abandonment in the words. Blessings for a healing new year.