in the season of becoming a man, I’m in the summer of women.

yes all women, but I’m learning about them in their individual dulcet tones and how they ring collective and their sounds, in their styles and how women can teach me when I sit down and listen. how I should learn from women by listening to a woman.

How do we embrace a woman?

if I want to keep my brother
I must call my sister
must ask her for a favor.

I misunderstand postcards in Texas and
grandmothers and disposable cameras and
the new technology. I misunderstand some women
who have made me some women who have lived
in East Texas and most women who understand.
I misunderstand them I lose so much.

in the season of becoming a man, i’m listen to sounds in the summer of women. I’m listening to our bodies in the bellows and the bones shifting with ocean. I’m listening to the pounds and transactions that cost more than our flesh allows. I hope I’m listening, tune my ear.

how do we listen to a woman?
she’s the only one that can un
-fix me and I need to learn I cannot fix her

if I can be anything into a woman
that is to be her 10 sons
to be her hired hoodlum

to be her goon.