Human

I’m a dance naked

In your bathroom

Girl.

I’m a bending

Back, bored,

Filled to the brim.

I’m a matter with

You and my mother.

Is there no other

Way to become

Who I am?

Is it this?

Is it me?

Is it them?

I’m a pull’n

All night, her

Hands wrap around

My waist as I

Contemplate on

Who I am-

Am I woman or

Am I man?

When her thighs

Match the twists

In a rope,

How will I know

When my exit is?

Is it this?

Is it me?

Is it them?

I’m an un-decorated

War veteran.

The Afghanistan was

Too hard for girls

Like me.

Her breath moves across

My land and I hesitate-

Wait, I say.

And is this-

Breathe, she says.

Is it me?

You’re you, she says.

Is it them?

You’re enough, she says.

I’m a go get her,

Too fast and a

Runner at the first

Sign of collapse-

Ringing in my ears,

Her breath

reminds me

I am human.