Eat Pray Live

I pretend to be a man so I take all the rice

It clamors inside me even as I eat it
I turn my back on the open bodies that disbelieve me
I turn into myself and feed

How could I is not a man
A man is not a feeling

I do not feel transformation
Asking questions
but I act anyways
even I heard the questions
I stop listening to

A man is an act then another and then the third
Which isn’t

I step onto the scattered seed
claw of pigeons clatter call about me

They glare down at me
but I stand and look

At the horned moon pale in the sky