Real Boy
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My fiancee calls me Pinocchio.
And we laugh
because we both know the story.
I lit a fire.
I made the whale sneeze,
but somehow got snagged on a tooth.
They say that a boy
needs to roll in the ashes
before he can be a man.
I’m still finding soot in pleats
and embers in breast pockets.
Sometimes when I speak to people
I get nervous.
Nervous of judgement,
of being inadequate.
But then I notice a trail
of dust behind them
and I know
I’m not alone.
Photograph by Sara Cimino
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