Benny Sisson

HE SAID CALL ME BOY

don’t tell her the poet is always the person. distance is the healing of her feet.
he is the daughter of the mother whose mother was the daughter of a
man felt scaly and stroked her thigh. the word a violation of his whole damn body.

a boy body cut out of cast iron used to wrought like the daughter of the father.
the poet is crushing apples to build a boy body. didn’t I tell you that ‘she’ is an escape
route?
a real life dance like running toward the tipping of her light.

distance is the healing of her feet. don’t tell her the poet is always the person.
the poet, gathers the daughters for story time. running toward the tipping of her light,
all the daughters eat poems like powder. they wait to be seen on pallets, parcels, paper.

the poet, gathers the daughters for story time. didn’t I tell you that ‘she’ is an escape route.
all the daughters eat poems like powder. she tells them every word they need to live
he is the daughter of the mother whose mother was the daughter of a

distance is the healing of her feet. he is the daughter of a mother whose mother was the daughter of
all the daughters eating poems like powder. They wait to be seen on pallets, parcels, paper.
the poet is crushing apples to build a boy body. man felt scaly and stroked her thigh.

the poet, gathers the daughters for story time. Running toward the tipping of her light,
don’t tell her the poet is always the person. she tells them every word they need to live.
all the daughters eat poems like powder. They wait to be seen on pallets, parcels, paper.

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Benny Sisson is a trans poet. She is a library assistant, adjunct instructor, and MFA candidate at Adelphi University. Her poems have been featured, or are forthcoming with Lunch Ticket, Up the Staircase Quarterly, Rinky Dink Press, and elsewhere. She currently lives in Mineola, NY.