You told us you were the enemy

storms clashing in the bleachers
where the voices reach the center field
the stress of the induction
seems to call, “didn’t you crave the end?”
“What changed?”

“You said you experienced it all.
Now your heart moves like there
is something more.”

the tales of our particular disaffection
have never been fully formed or realized
it is as though no one has spoken
for most of us, because of us, becoming us
with accuracy and a realistic representation

no one could love this nightmare
enough to be proud of telling the story
why should we tell you our story
it is not yours to keep
in Canada some of us
would qualify for doctor assisted
suicide while in ‘merica we can’t
even qualify for disability,
and your gaze and prodding and judgement
and use your two-bit factoid
like you could draw a map,
to contain our entirety, penciled in expert,
you yourself are the enemy,
you always were, it is not us that made
you so, or marked you as the enemy,
it is you that told us that you were,
you told us right away