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Lost
i want to come home, he says,
that's all. i just want to come home.
i want to find my brothers.
invisible, unnamed,
he knows he's lost;
he knows what you don't see:
strange men
in the dark shadows of a strange city
he forgets his body when he consumes them;
he forgets, and he remembers himself.
that dangerous, intoxicating power he feels
getting fucked--that rough, bare masculinity
those moments he is nothing but his flesh
and he is not his flesh at all.
later he is ashamed of the shame he does not feel.
i just want to be connected,
he says, to G-d, to the nobody who asks
i just want to belong, and doesn't everybody want to belong,
doesn't everybody need someplace to call home.
he stumbles, wandering
where is the man
who will ask: what do you seek?