Big Man

Big man walks easy Owns everything he looks at Turn his big eyes and his big head and says nothing Because he doesn't have to Big man walks with a hitch in his step Because he is giddy with his owning I have forgotten how to access my voice I am so adept at saying nothing that when I do speak it has become indistinguishable from silence Big man is my brother So I coddle his unruly Big man is my father So I forgive him untethered I am afraid of how loud my voice gets and still goes unheard I am weary from not owning anything Not even my body I am ever startled by the sound of my own voice It is not mine, it's his It is plucked and seashell necklace It is used against me until I uncle Big man crosses the street without looking He knows I will stop for him Knows the concrete of his forehead is bang enough for anyone's buck He slows down as he walks past me Tilts his big head in my direction And grins, eaten worlds