I think
I have been here before;
many years ago, when the veil between worlds
wasn't as fertile, tensile or strong.
I get tense when I
look at what's wrong.
I get defensive when they say
I am not playing along
in the right way,
I guess they need me to belong
to them, even though I am gay and live
in a place far beyond
where they have any say.
I don't doubt that even so strong
one might end up without any pay,
selling fruits and vegetables along
the spacetime alleyways,
waiting to discover
where the faster things become a little younger,
a little less endowed
with the gift of being wrong.
A little less well-known
for the singing of the right song.
A little less fearful of
those who pretend to be fertile, tensile and strong.