the men who were

i remember the men

who were

sitting in dark corners

gnawing on the bones

of our efforts

judging our worth

on waist/dress size


of skin


of  hair

tricks performed in


on sink/on knees

at tables filled

with impressive

culinary beauty

the men

who were



fathers who abandoned

humans who never


the fabric within

as we were

reduced to miming

our acts of love

forced to hide

art in the oven’s


as we stripped


standing on cliffs

we saw our names

 in greek symbols

calling from

the  rocks below


ignoring each


and call

About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i release the gamut of tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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