“what kind of man?”

man like marble statue, like water seeping through the cracks, like putting water on a grease fire

OR

man like animal, like the weight of the past or the weight of the world or the weight of every piece of shit that came before him

OR

man like I’m sorry, like lips zipped shut, like eyes wide open to drink it all in, unable to swallow

OR

man like frankenstein, like limbs sewn together— none meant to be his — like structures overtaken by jessamine, like father in a ditch after the storm

OR

man like softness, like example, like embroidery; flip him inside out and you’ll see all the ugliness it took to get him here

OR

or man like quiet, like loud, like nothing at all. man who you know would never

BUT

man like disease, anyway.

August Hawley

August Hawley (he/him) is a trans man from Michigan who writes poetry and novels. Outside of writing, he works as a caregiver and spends his free time taking photos, making art, and learning instruments. He was previously a blogger for Sunday Mornings at the River, and has appeared in two of their anthologies, as well at the Bitchin' Kitsch and Exist Otherwise.

Instagram: @ghostsofmemories

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