Playground

A poem exploring the genderization of an old man at a playground.

The Old Man sits and

ponders all

The little girls play with

little dolls

 

The boys play of

guns and war

The Old Man watches

chapter and verse

 

“Bang, bang,” a boy falls

to the ground

The girls roll their eyes and

begin playing House

 

The Old Man rises

and purses his lips

Children come running

and cling to his hip

 

[Originally written, 2009]

The Whole Elephant

It gets better…

It’s not necessarily true

It doesn’t always get better

But it’s a lie worth telling

Lies can spark fires

Lighting

the way

Through the tunnel to

the garden of life

I’m sure it wasn’t my own

that guided me there

To the colossal proboscidea

majestic but imperceptible

Longing to get better

waiting to become whole

To know the truth

every good liar knows