We joked of men coming,
Of men with purpose,
Of men bringing white jackets
With extra long sleeves.
We joked of men coming,
Of men with stern faces,
Of men in white coats coming
To lock me up.
We joked of men coming,
Of men with hateful eyes,
Of men sent to incarcerate
The one true self.
We joked once long ago, voices
In unison laughing at the prospect
Of men coming for me, me, me
But their gods chose my final frock:
A white jacket with extra long sleeves.
