Her Sorrows in Men

i don’t feel his eyes upon me as i sleep
but the trees looking through my window
and the stars in the sky
he did not teach me to be a man
but instead the rivers
and the men who didn’t see them.
instead he looks over someone
who looks over him.
he can only keep his audience
with war and death-
and to keep their attention
oh it is only them who call his name!
never is it her.
and never shall it be her.
but oh it is her
eyes in the trees tracing my sleeping body
it is her color in the stars
it is her breath in the river.
and it is her sorrows in
men.