my arms at my palms
where skin is blistered
yellow from weight I’ve lifted
feeling light because I’m strong.
my torso at the tattoo
on the left side of my chest
that says something my dad
said to me
when his heartbreak became intense.
my own legs at my feet
where land is cracked
and dry white from long walks
that cleared my head.
my own belly
at the button
where gut feelings are fastened
my own pelvis
at my penis
Which is just another vulnerability
only eyes on the inside walls
of my clothes
know how naked I am
when I’m not on stage.
here I am.
Looking further than the horizon, never seeing the sky as a ceiling
I need to write to lift meteorites that...
my body is an environment
built with iron, asteroid shards
and protein shakes
so I can be the shape of superman
but I’m no hero
I cannot save time
without making it feel
and I cannot sleep next to
without creating the type of silence
That can’t be slept through.
But when I do get to dream I lighten up
and shake that shadow, see
I am a hero but only when my eyes close.
When I'm not a hero
in a real life.
I cannot shy away from something
I have to facelift to look like I'm brave
although I know what it means to be weak and look
there are too many women to impress that say...
they like their men to be men.
Back when I was a boy
I was so self-conscious I didn't see other people
I just saw other people seeing me.
When my voice broke
it wasn't how it sounded when it was inside me
some people say the voice they hear inside them
But I wouldn't trust my ears to hear God's voice
and even if I heard it correctly I'd be too cynical
to believe it.
Looking up my own dictionary
at the names I get when I'm rejected
by people I approve of.
Looking up footage my heart is heavy with -
I can't edit it.
Looking up my own love
at the best part
where arms lock -
and my heart learns a name it will know until it stops....