by jdavidcharles

No way to put the body

back into it—too late—

it’s who you are now.


The first love you knew

was this—to shit & piss

without making a sound.


But you never looked or

touched inside: the risk

of infection or, worse,


deviance. Cried perversity,

the chance to glimpse the

self in all its sadness and


pitiable neglect. Over-

coming or perhaps building

character or civility. But


you are able, mature,

and fully-functioning—

cheer up, you are, after all,


a woman or a man now—look

at yourself and smile! you are

fully and finally on your way.