I could never be a simple man
nor a straight and simple woman,
doing simple things
thinking about simpler ways
forwards.
You said I should be a simple man.
I heard those words faintly
through the haze of intoxication
you said to be unlike them.
They who came before, lingering
in your memory for time immemorial,
I said maybe.
But Heredity.
But Environment.
I could never be a simple man
nor a straight and simple woman,
I am still an alien on four legs
trying to walk upright
and understand.