Days: Stephen Born

Stephen Born

Though he wore the body of a woman,
he knew he was a man. He didn’t care
to assume public privileges nor assert
private virtues. The knowledge
was not political nor moral, but tricky
like déjà vu,
flickered like memory,
and, sometimes, descended like understanding.
The honest men he spoke with
said that was how they knew it too.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I like this poem because to me it evokes & converses interestingly with experiences I've had that I want to understand better. Thank you.
Jee Leong said…
Thanks, greg.

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