could have been Anthony

my jaw clicks
it is the same click shared
by my uncles
and my dad
i often wondered
had i been born with-

 

out a purpose

had i been an Anthony
instead of what i am
would i be any different?
would i be
a parent
a poet
a-fraid
i have built engines
i have cut trees
i have fought wars (eternal)
i have kissed a girl
i have raised my voice
i have fallen in defeat
spent
and i am just as lost as ever
my jaw clicks
but only when i’m trying to tell you
that it doesn’t matter

M.