he told me yesterday
i'm still marveling
he was, too, as a child
and as i was
rote, but from the heart
"i'm so sorry you went thr--"
he was mirroring my me
and this is something Deaf people tend not to understand
but all my hearing friends do
just because you mention it doesn't mean it's a whole production
it doesn't require tissues or a fucking sad cake
or hours of hand-wringing or painstaking detail
sometimes it just has to be said and it is said to let it be
and it's still necessary to acknowledge, to hear, to consecrate
and sometimes (you can always tell when) someone has yet to be validated, stood up for, cried for
fiercely loved and torn into with a firebrand of "you are not to
this asshole event or your asshole faux pals"
but i laughed and acknowledged
"okay, you really wanna fuck me"
all this time
he's been on my side, ripping into men, telling me they connive
just for the male of it
and once held me ravaged with rampant tears just tight and sweet and soothing
"go ahead, cry some more"
and after wetly, thickly: "i never had this with joe
and i wish i had fun sex to remember
but half the time he'd start
still inside me
for 'cheating' and 'not loving him'"
if a man knows and was, too
but refrains from saying so
and is on our side, women
then there is fight
down to the very last sliver