I think I will be independent soon.
I think I will type on a stand and bathe and dress myself.
It is a strange thing for a man to say.
Then again, I am a strange man.
I want to have already completed these adolescent steps, but I haven't yet.
Not like most men you've met.
I will knead these latex limbs longingly.
In the quiet hours of the long night, be thankful you can bathe, dress and feed yourself.
I'll see you when the sun comes up.
Birds and all.