They prescribed me a tractor

and a box full of hammers

and said find your true passion

in all that testosterone.

I broke myself instead.

When I eventually repaired

I was lost. Now I can only find

myself when I am lost. Today

I find myself bringing you home

a croissant and a poem.

They say every man is born

with a kingdom of bunny rabbits

inside of him. Every day he must

resist the impulse to kill one.

Whenever I am sad I wrap myself

in a tight blanket of fists.

When I was 14, two boys peed

on me in the locker room showers

like dogs marking territory.

A girl opened the door for me

this morning. A homeless man

offered me a hug.

At the park I saw a child

decapitate a toy soldier.

I recognized myself in his smile.

Our ancestors brought

home sabre tooth tigers.

I ate your croissant. All I have

to show you are bits of poem

stuck between my teeth.

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