“No Cupid,” by Jakob VanLammeren
They had me all wrong.
Everyone said man, man,
man. But this chrysalis
split. I was not built of
chromosomes, genitals.
No bow, no arrow.
I bore witness, falling
over handshakes, extra
bread. I was the dark
corner of the bar
where no one bothered.
Everyone said man, man,
man. But this chrysalis
split. I was not built of
chromosomes, genitals.
No bow, no arrow.
I bore witness, falling
over handshakes, extra
bread. I was the dark
corner of the bar
where no one bothered.
