I know what it’s like

To kiss a St. Louis headstone

To make my father proud

I know what it’s like

To get punched in the gut

For being fem

I know what it’s like

To have Anal warts burned off

That saved me from getting AIDS

I know what its like

To overeat

And loosen my pants

I know what it’s like

To lie about why

I retired at sixty-five

I get at four in the morning

And not being able to get back to sleep

I know what it’s like

To not hear

Conversations

I know what it’s like

To have a book

Published at Sixty-Eight

I know what it’s like

To be unhappy

When I should be happy

I know what it’s like

To think I have closure

And being guilt ridden

I know, I know, I know

But I don’t know