he has been folded
so many times
umwanted hands
taking my words
then twisting them
into the shape
they long to see
trying to turn
the fool into
something he never was
ignoring the creases
already deeply set
seeking the form
most adjacent
to their dream
when that doesnt work
when he doesnt
follow the script
they wrote out
the true nature
leaks across the floor
there is no
entitlement
inherent in
how his words are
received
despite the evidence
to the contrary
this origami fool
in the shape
of an absence
objectified
for the crime
of simply being
his own damned self