I Woke One Day and Was a Man
I’d wondered what it would be like to be a stranger in a body
rented from God, cargo damaged more each day.
I thought being a man would mean freedom
to go wherever I wanted, do whatever I liked to do,
not bound by the long leash Mr. D. jerks to remind me
this is his game and he’s won already.
I recall a boy dreaming, needing to invent a man
restless, eager to leave where I was
be in my walking bag of skin and bones
feeling time, a rug pulled slowly out from under me
God’s clown, Death’s dog.
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Skeleton by Odlion Redon.