Muted Things

Muted Things

When I was of age,

older than letting go

of the drool and shake

of my little arms,

I learned three dirty things

inside me:

My father said,

there's nothing for lunch.        (I’m poor)

I felt myself blush upon discovering

the throbbing, huge sex of one

of my uncles

under his pajamas.      (I’m a homosexual)

I saw a very fat cousin

convulsively clutching

a glass, singing the toast

from “Traviata.”         (and I love Art)

Events seething inside me.