I do have emotions.
I just buried them when I started
Comparing myself to those dimwits in San Jose prep schools.
What happened to the boy who
was so scared that he hid in his mom’s shirt?
What happened to the guy who
inhibition removed, cried honest tears
from feeling guilty for hurting his best friend?
. . .
To be vulnerable, you have to stand and fall
Not be safe and crawl.
That’s why God gave us
Butts to cushion us
Vicodin so we don’t feel the pain
And casts to patch us up.