Then one day,
you wake up
and realise you’re no one,
and no one cares,
especially women.
You figure, well,
lads are wearing heels these days
to make the losing easier
—men who couldn’t claim a thing
are claiming women’s bathrooms.
But, no, you won’t do that.
There’s a wall of solid brick
that used to be mist.
You wake up,
you realise you’re no one,
and no one cares.
Ominously,
you hardly care yourself.
