Changing faces my masks droop my back weary
getting angry, how could I hate myself
lash after lash, go girl, yes babe, so pretty
yet not a man in heart or love and I’m angry
scared to speak not for fear for embarrassment
lift my naked pupal form out of a husk and hurl it to strangers
how does it taste? Let me describe it to you
proving I am real, my flesh substantial let me tear it asunder

My name, really my name, scared to leave my throat
safe in my belly germinating I keep it
so only I can look upon it and kick it and hate it
a worm is not able to tell it’s truth.
Slice these pieces off my chest does that make
me easier to explain, to the carnivores or to myself?
I love to be mutilated then my form will never be
identified, a stranger etched on a familiar face
a lie where the mouth should be. Shot
and riddled with excuses, one day, one day,
one day, soon.

Remaining unchanged is a curse laid across
my chest, under debris I placed knowingly.