Then one day

 

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.