never specialize

Apr 20, 2016 23:34

First new, full poem in a decade

My ex-wife outed me in open court
Scarlet O'Hara, Attorney at Law, lawyered up and down
shoving pictures in my face
"Is this you?"
"Doesn't this confuse your daughter?"
"Don't your panic attacks scare her?"

Gender doesn't work that way, you ignorant fuck
Yes, that's me in fishnets and full femme-face
No, my wearing a skirt will not scar my baby!

But my ex-lover firing pictures she created at my face like ink-jet bullets
shoved me into the closet for a fucking year until I doubted my own identity.

Fuck. That. Noise.

I'm burning down the closet and coming out behind the microphone!

I went through the wrong changes
My body specialized in ways I never approved

If gender is a spectrum, then why aren't we all rainbows?
We slide into slots like cultural pegs, and sit in those circuits the rest of our lives.

Pull the breaker.
Halt the machine that grinds down variation.

Pull panties over your cocks and flannels over your tits!
Smear makeup over stubble, and never specialize.

trans, coming out, poetry

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