poem 106/365:2014

for a moment—I

wished that I could be—meta

physically her

simply to understand

—not a gender dyad

but a sense of why she cries

feel her pain, hear her prayers

ever more to see—myself

selfish reasons I suppose

but to know is not the same

as understanding

but even the thought

of this moment of love

this desire to understand

—is sacredly taboo

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