on bad days he hates waking up

to another round of
attempting to find peace
in each day’s casual violence.

in his sleep he can be

no longer sunken in otherness.
he reimagines himself as just
one of the guys,

or better than that, he becomes

a welcome part of a world
he makes, one he longs for,
one that lasts past dawn.

he hates waking up

most days. there are some days,
though, where hope intrudes
into his mild and hellish routine

for a few hours, sometimes;

long enough for him to think of otherness
as a gift again, the way he
has always wanted it to be seen

by those he calls others.

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5 responses to “Otherness

  • Eileen

    Not sure I actually believe in “otherness,” the deeper we go, the more alike we are…………..it’s the surface adaptions that differ. Some of us take on the protective coloring of our environment, some choose a stand out red in our determination to not lose a sense of self, but underneath both adaptions to civilization are the same human pain, joy, love, fear, hope, despair, separateness, and need for union. N’est ce pas?

    • Tony Brown

      I think it depends entirely on what makes you “other.” There are some items on your list that can be very different from person to person. Empathy for others may be present or not for instance making it harder to connect. That “others” you pretty decisively .

    • Tony Brown

      There is also “otherness” that is not internal, but societally enforced and reinforced. One can argue that this form of “otherness” ends up separating us so absolutely from an early age that to try and bridge it is the work of a lifetime and rarely 100% complete.

  • charlotte

    each day’s casual violence = very dynamic!

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