Benny's Rebuttal

I like how you tell me,
in so many removed terms,

that I'm falling apart -- as if

I don't know it's wrong
to savor the scent of my sweat,

or I'm not aware
that my house is the line

between what happens
when I do what I'm told

and what it feels like to collect
the names you give me.

I wear them like I'd wear
a winter coat, or just six shirts;

with enough layers,
maybe I'll feel warm enough

to convince someone
I'm not alone.

 

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741