this body and other poems can be found in my book Rewolfing the Soul.

you want me to be outraged
to expend emotions at every injustice, every indignity
but all I am
is this body
twitching in my steps, crying softly
with each gentle request
all I am
is this body
snug into a mask so no one sees
how much each interaction costs
faking being one of you for now
all I am
is this body
crawling through shards of glass
from night
to next bloody dawn.