Before I Left, After I Got Back
I squint at the clouds and wait for the next bus.
If I had a dime, okay maybe a quarter,
for every awful thought, I'd buy us a house somewhere in the South.
I'd tell off your boss, maybe get you fired.
We'd never look back.
I've never felt better; you've never felt worse.
Well, so what?
I never feel better, you never feel bad.
Well, so what?
It's stronger than girls; it's colder than boys;
it's queerer than you and I combined.
It's crueler than death and colder than life.
It's meaner than us.
It's gay like Dad;
it's torturing Mom, forgotten like both.
It's judgements that stick.
It's doctors who kill.
It's patterns that won't repeat again.