There is a lot of stake in labels today
Labels for prices in colorful grocery aisles, tags naming fine wines and distilled beers
Landowners and titles letting it known readily to others; information,
Statuses, preferences, orientations
Slaking a toxic, potent curiosity
Under the impression that one mind reeling in
Its own thoughts, not privy to others is naturally entitled to answers, entertainment
At the expense of another’s time and privacy
Is one state better than another? Is a Monarch butterfly
more beautiful and deserving than the fuzzy caterpillars in
backyard gardens? Is being a man by definition, sex, and
mind and loving a woman of a similar persuasion, more
romantic and just than any? All? None?
Wrong, sin, and blasphemy, religious louts tout.
Angry mouths swinging open
Reminiscent of the North American
Salem Witch trials modernized; abhorrent condemnation and rejection of something different. A denial of the only constant in it all: change
A pitiful baseline of which
humanity may be compared; afraid, distasteful of the unfamiliar
It’s not natural. Is anything natural? A conglomeration of cells and tissues and thoughts. That’s what it means to be human. To exist. To be living, respiring.
These meaty vessels are passing judgment on the abnormal when
They are piloted by a threadwork of
Is there a “normal”?