Description
‘He's less than a layman.’
that's what they all say & all I can do is keep looking away
to distant shores & brighter days while they test me
Fingering me through my boxed display
The little window of my soul, with horrors for curtains, & lighting too cold
My soul is the tin man now rusted to stone
All the big people around me
Measured in curds & whey
with extra-impossible dreams for any given sundae
The sea of Heteronormativity puts me on blast
Steadfast & steady, as wees go, even stones pass
My glow is less than a layman's
as ever more is less unknown
It’s Death by false witness
but I’ve been home all alone.
{More is Less by Geo Kas}