I always wanted
to be
someone else
than me
to wear a different body
play a better role
not
this bit part
an extra
a noBody
but
Tyrone
Cornell
Tab
Clark Stone
It was not
to be
I fled
into ulcers
and elsewhere
seethed
creeping out
seeking
someOne
she
gave me my body
and took hers away
leaving me
bereft,
I fell back
into myself
crashed
crushed
left
to ulcers
again
until an internist
also a seer
taught me
how to breathe
and then
alone
on my own
bitterly
beckoning
anyOne:
all this
was Prologue
prolonged
about Body
bitter
until
one summer
someOne -
Act One
when I breathed
the breath of life
to become
a living whole
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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