i grew up in a household of them
three generations
making their way through life
in front of marble eyes
observing.
a fly on the wall
little man
becoming a man
in the absence of a man.
i watched the game unfold
became a veteran at an early age
living in the dragon’s lair
a comfortable uneasy place to be.
i love my
mother
grandmother
sister.
they taught me well
even if they didn’t want to.
i submit my heart to no one
and stare crookedly with tender eyes.
i’ve become a hard man to melt
left many hearts broken.
it’s hard a hard mold to break.
