“WHILE STANDING AT A URINAL”

MY PANTS FALL DOWN AROUND MY ANKLES.
NOTHING FITS ANYMORE. EVERYTHING
THESE DAYS IS DROPPING OFF OF ME.

NOTHING FEELS RIGHT. IT'S ALL GOTTEN
TO BE TOO BIG FOR ME.
IN TOO SHORT A TIME, I'VE LOST TOO MUCH
WEIGHT AND OTHERWISE.

I PULL THINGS DOWN FROM THE CLOSET OF
MY OLD LIFE. NOTHING FITS ANYMORE.
AND BESIDES, IT'S ALL OUT OF STYLE.

I'M GOING TO NEED A NEW WARDROBE. NEW FRIENDS.
A NEW NAME SO I DON'T BECOME CONFUSED ABOUT
WHO I AM AND WHO I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE.

BEFORE ALL THESE CHANGES CAME TO BE,
EVERYTHING FIT. NOW, I AM A MAN
WHO CAN'T EVEN STAND WHILE PISSING.
ALSO, THE CAPS LOCK ON MY KEYBOARD
IS STUCK. WELL, FUCK.

narrative poem written on 10-21-2013 by: on mattkane.com
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