The unwavering rigidity of change

I don’t owe you

an explanation for

my existence

the words you choose

can’t change the ones I know

I’ve given up

I can’t care

to control your names

where you think I fit

I don’t owe you

a single breath

if you can’t change yours

Call me what you want

the apple of your

contractual eye

forever the words I am

you cannot feel