B I L D U N G S R O M A N: An Excerpt from ‘Bury It’
Poem by Sam Sax
i never wanted to grow up to be anything horrible as a man. my biggest fear was the hair they said would snake from my chest, swamp trees breathing as i ran. i prayed for a different kind of puberty: skin transforming into floor boards muscles into cobwebs, growing pains sounding like an attic groaning under the weight of old photo albums. as a kid i knew that there was a car burning above water before this life, i woke here to find fire scorched my hair clean off until i shined like glass — my eyes, two acetylene headlamps. in my family we have a story for this my brother holding me in his hairless arms. says
dad it will be a monster we should bury it.