Poem -



My weary head a tired abode;
the unknown has taken residence.

Questionably late, yet fashionable,
pristine, sublime, the usual -
dressed in the latest drag. 

I greet it with the familiar scent
of suffering, a quintessential  
lifetime warrior under 
masculine dominance.

That bright-eyed devil. 

My thoughts swell and recede,
welcoming home the questions,
welcoming home the wait,
the wait for knowledge