Muscle Poems

He’s not my father

I am not his mother

My sisters rage

My brothers are my brothers

 

Never mind.

There is something

To be gained

For a family outside

A physical orbit

To a space

Of the next order.

 

We all may wear different colors

We may not all want to be the same

Fighting over making a home

Then leaving each other alone.

 

On truthful medication,

Feeling slowly sedated

Just trying to make it

Doing it for the home

We created

 

My father is your mother

My mother is at home

My sisters don’t get it

My brothers are our brothers

And they do it alone.