During fifth grade, I was called
closeted queer and tall faggot.
I still live at home
but I've paid for many apartments
so homeless boys would bend me over,
call me “Lover” or “Handsome.”
With all that rent, I could move out,
but without them I'd rather die in the street.
People laugh at me during parties,
ask to touch my beard. Make it a game.
I ask men to spit on me.
Hegel said: The subject must realize itself.
The Bible tells me I was made from dust.
I am who I am when I am filth.