Body Shaming by Michael Aiken
His father’s shame: born abnormal, head too wide for his mother’s hips,
the force employed to draw him out leaving it
squared and squashed.
Two protrusions the doctors assured them in time would recede
instead came to pierce the skin,
bony horns at the corners of his skull.
With time he discovered multitudes lived in their palace,
people he’d never meet: doors closing across rooms as he walked in,
scuttling feet leading folk away before he emerged each morning....