Of all the human
 beans in this world that I could be,
Zeus, God and Mama deemed that I be me.
If the railroad tracks forked west on the day that I was made,
I might have loved another, or moved into the shade. Yes! In Earth’s
Other Incarnations, in world’s tall small and wide, I could have been the handsome
Woman jostling by my side- or maybe not- I speak too soon, maybe I’m a man, yes the one juggling
behind me! The man, and his daughter. I’m a bushel and a peck and I’m not like my father.

It’s confusion misunderstanding communication soup when the humans are hugging and running from what they must do
Being a bean might be simpler, you see-- because nothing human is alien to me, because I am the bus driver calling the cops and I am the addict who doesn’t know how to stop I am the prom queen king and court jester, I’m a fountain pen and a pig and the smell of coal mines, I’m all the astrological signs and a gear in the wind, I’m nothing but privilege, I’m nothing but sin.

Swashbuckling babies we wanna be loved, our beards’ so dang righteous, our chests puff and shove and Smokey the bear’s got a habit to break, my boyfriends been beating his sister with a rake, my heart huge like medium rare steak, compassionate, nude, 
the painting’s a fake! Oh, I’ve forgiven the whole fucking world fifty times over, and I love it, I swear, but someday
this soldier’s got to surrender to his own flesh and bones,
player 1 wears the cape, 
superpower: forgiveness
       
    just wish I could 
fucking hate