The Show
Integrity
Honesty
Compassion.
I am late.
We pull up to the curb / Grab the greasy handle / pay my money.
I dash through the
crowd
I am late.
Late
Not really 5 minutes or even the half hour kind of late but the kind of late that happens when the show is about to start and you arrive the exact moment everyone else arrives.
which is
LATE and
General Admission sucks
General Admission: which really means the first one there without regard to rules of society gets the best seat. survival of the fittest
Waves of bodies
tides rush the entrance
at the door
Hold the door?
Produces a monster of a dilemma
Do I sneak inside under elbows and armpits, over ankles and knees
or
Do I listen to my dad... he who lives within my inner being screaming to me, "You were supposed to be the boy."
Me the boy with the girl parts.
Me the boy who dressed up in prom gowns - cried over wilting flowers and spent endless Saturday morning listening to mix tapes searching for the hidden "I love you's" in the lyrics.
Me - the boy who developed long before my friends could spell 'p.e.r.i.o.d'
and who couldn't stand gutting a fish
Me - the boy who was born a girl
I had already let him down so much the first few minutes of my life.
That might be why I listened to all of his lessons.
One which is hitting me hard at this minute of indecision: Holding the door.
A man always holds the door for those of lesser fortitude: old people, any woman,all children, men who might walk with a limp.
Again and still - here I am - at the door... Do I follow the seemingly social norms taught to me - the boy of the family - thus risking my great general admission seat or do I follow my father's teaching and stand here as I hold the door imaging how proud my dad must be to see his little girl emulating his teachings and striving to be the best boy I know how to be.
Boy or Girl it is all about:
Integrity
Honesty
Compassion
Maybe this - this moment of indecision is my show and my dad and I have the best seat in the house.
Wednesday, February 10
Tuesday, February 9
Integrity
Honesty
Compassion.
I am late.
The car pulls up to the curb. Grab the greasy handle, pay my money. dash through the
crowd
I am late.
Late
Not really 5 minutes or even a half hour kind of late but the kind of late that happens when it is about to start and you arrive the exact moment everyone else arrives.
late and General Admission sucks
General Admission which really means the first one there without regard to rules of society gets the best seat. survival of the fittest
Hold the door which produces dilemma
Do I sneak inside under elbows and armpits, over ankles and knees
or
Do I listen to my dad... he who lives within my inner being screaming to me, "You were supposed to be the boy."
Me the boy with the girl parts.
Me the boy who dressed up in prom gowns - cried over wilting flowers and spent endless Saturday morning listening to mix tapes searching for the hidden "I love you's" in the lyrics.
Me - the boy who developed long before my friends could spell 'p.e.r.i.o.d'
and who couldn't stand gutting a fish
Me - the boy who was born a girl
I had already let him down so much the first few minutes of my life.
So that might be why I listened to all of his lessons.
One which is hitting me hard at this minute of indecision: Holding the door.
A man always holds the door for those of lesser fortitude: old people, any woman,all children, men who might walk with a limp.
Again and still - here I am - at the door... Do I follow the seemingly social norms taught to me - the boy of the family - thus risking my great general admission seat or do I follow my father's teaching and stand here as I hold the door imaging how proud my dad must be to see his little girl emulating his teachings and striving to be the best boy I know how to be.
Boy or Girl it is all about:
Integrity
Honesty
Compassion
Maybe this - this moment of indecision is my show and my dad and I have the best seat in the house.
Honesty
Compassion.
I am late.
The car pulls up to the curb. Grab the greasy handle, pay my money. dash through the
crowd
I am late.
Late
Not really 5 minutes or even a half hour kind of late but the kind of late that happens when it is about to start and you arrive the exact moment everyone else arrives.
late and General Admission sucks
General Admission which really means the first one there without regard to rules of society gets the best seat. survival of the fittest
Hold the door which produces dilemma
Do I sneak inside under elbows and armpits, over ankles and knees
or
Do I listen to my dad... he who lives within my inner being screaming to me, "You were supposed to be the boy."
Me the boy with the girl parts.
Me the boy who dressed up in prom gowns - cried over wilting flowers and spent endless Saturday morning listening to mix tapes searching for the hidden "I love you's" in the lyrics.
Me - the boy who developed long before my friends could spell 'p.e.r.i.o.d'
and who couldn't stand gutting a fish
Me - the boy who was born a girl
I had already let him down so much the first few minutes of my life.
So that might be why I listened to all of his lessons.
One which is hitting me hard at this minute of indecision: Holding the door.
A man always holds the door for those of lesser fortitude: old people, any woman,all children, men who might walk with a limp.
Again and still - here I am - at the door... Do I follow the seemingly social norms taught to me - the boy of the family - thus risking my great general admission seat or do I follow my father's teaching and stand here as I hold the door imaging how proud my dad must be to see his little girl emulating his teachings and striving to be the best boy I know how to be.
Boy or Girl it is all about:
Integrity
Honesty
Compassion
Maybe this - this moment of indecision is my show and my dad and I have the best seat in the house.
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