Dina and Dan Record Gender

The boy becomes a man overnight
becomes a woman overnight and
we can figure that this inside of him
becomes a they, a we, a carry inside
twice in one day, twice in five days,
a carry inside, the ways in which
we carry each other inside. There is
a death in Tehran from air pollution
every single day. The red woman
in the square. The person who
comes to the foot of Golgotha
every day, comes to the foot of
the tombstone every day, here
lies the baby, the baby in which
we will create more babies to
fill the void, the fill what void,
this baby is dead and now we
need to have more in order to
have so many babies to sit at
the feet of us. But you were
never a good mother, they say,
to kill the mother is different
than killing the father because
once you kill the mother, you
are killing the womb, the center
of the world, all that is bringing
forth life. I wouldn't be here
without father, you say, I wouldn't
be here but to kill the father is
simply killing what could be and
killing the mother is killing what
is and that is the difference, dear
boy and girl, dear boy/girl, dear
sweet child. A boy grows up
and believes he is a girl and dies
for that cause, this belief will
kill you, all belief will kill you.
Will you make it, babydoll,
to the point where adulthood
is no longer if you are this or
that but you simply are? I am not there
yet, I am not there. Dear boy/girl,
dear sweet child, here is a choice
and use it well, please use it well,
when will we make other choices
and when will daybreak come and
how can we decide what we are
and what will happen. Make a baby
and give it away, make a baby and
forget you have a baby, when it cries
forget it is there and when it shits
forget it is there and what do you
have to do to forget anyway.
I have forgotten all of the nights
where we were not loyal to
each other, I have forgotten
all of the nights when we would
lie on our backs and watch
the sky in the alleyway and there was
broken glass everywhere and you
would shelter me with your arms
but your arms are now limp
and what happens when you lose your
arms and your sight. What happens
when you lose. Are you happy where
you are and if you are not happy why
don't you come here, be with me?
We could sit close but not too close
and not say a word, never say a word,
because being close is enough, being
close is enough.