Cigarettes
and
cat ****.
Those are the smells
that remind me of you.
You had a tendency
to call the women
I cared about in my
life
******. (Capital W)
My mother,
My fiance,
My sisters,
and where does
this leave you?
Sitting as a bombed
out husk of masculinity,
a fluid ever-changing
identity.
I remember you when
you were a goofy nerd.
Now you are a Rebel (Capital R)
waiting patiently for the
antebellum south
to rise again.
I try not to look back in
your direction.

I have risen.
I have moved on.