Memoir

I have spent my whole life under my father's roof,
and
as I'm told--
perception is reality.

The old man,
elevated,
looking downward
says,
the world is going to end.
And
most can agree with that
because,
perception is reality.

So,
I will believe you--
if you say it loud enough.

I will give you money--
if you cry a little.

I will respect you--
if you wear a suit and tie
without stains on the collar,

And
according to my mother,
people will think I'm homeless
if I don't take a shower
or wash my clothes soon.

And
according to my grandmother,
I'm a homosexual because,
I have pierced ears.

So,
as a homeless-fag,
knowing the world is ending,
following a series of loud,
well dressed men with wet faces,

I stop
look into the night sky,
and disappear.