i weigh twenty-one
and three tenth grams
so why does moving
feel so heavy?

like a dog tied to a tree
all i can do is bark
but no one can
hear me scream

why am i trapped
in a suit of flesh
if i am destined
to leave it?

my words filled with
notions of three
three things

the three wise monkeys
but I see evil
but I hear evil
but do I do evil?

three parts of psyche
id does desires
ego does thought
superego does justice
but do I need justice?

three segments of soul
logos thinks
thymos keeps
and what does
eros do?
it drives me on.

the third gender

I am a human being
with a life and purpose
I shalln't be as fragile
as a vase

why should I be
forced to make this dream
come to a stop

I cleaned up, found god
so please let me stay
another day, another week
another decade
in this dream

I am mesmerized—
is this perfection?
A loop of wanting,
twisted in reflection.
I trace the edge,
but left—yet right,
a single surface,
no end in sight.

Knock on your door,
half-turned, half-true—
for your name, a breath,
but the path bends anew.
I needed to ask you,
but the strip’s sly twist
holds me here, unbroken,
in endless tryst.