Being a Man, Draft IV


My gender is a necktie.
At 10 it was all dictates
from others: teachers, parents
the whole system of school, my
classmates’ understanding of Will
Smith, as Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.
High School and I was too cool in black
jeans, trenchcoat, and ten-sided dice.
These days, seems no one wears ties.
Now, when I choose, my ties are
for myself. I have amassed
quite a collection.
I like
my ties
textured—
knit silk,
raw silk
wool, linen,
stiff cotton,
stiffer silk
brocade;
dark colors,
muted but,
also, vivid
colors with
flowers, or
embroidered
with foxes.

About The Author

Matthew Nisinson (he/him) is a proud New Yorker living in Queens, NY with his wife and daughter and their two cats. He studied Latin at Vassar College and earned a J.D. from The George Washington University Law School. Each summer he grows chili peppers. By day he is a bureaucrat. His poetry has or will appear in Ayaskala, en*gendered, and Hyacinth Review. You can find him on Instagram @lepidum_novum_libellum and on Twitter @mnisinson.