Outlier
Outlier
Tail of the curve but part of it no less It was only your misunderstanding that got us into this mess, you screwing up, you not bothering to ask I would have answered I would have said that I’m the warm sunshine on your back The contentment of a day’s work done Your spine pressed against my sternum at long last Am I not a cis man after all? a simple longing for the labor of my shoulders and back with the song of muscle humming to the swing of an axe Look at me and see Cis eyes Cis sly smile Cis beard caught in the zipper of my jacket on a cold day or Look at me and see Trans skin Trans heart beating in my chest that same chest of my dreams I move in this body, powerful and fragile This body doesn’t need words to know itself And yet those words cinch around my lungs painfully, compressing, reshaping baling wire The kind of binder that creates anxiety attacks Reel out that spool, then draw me anew but please, not as a cis man Draw me out, soft like the breeze, the steady rain, the shape I have always been Free me from that zipper with your own sly smile
Your trans friend,
Robin
Very nice Robin. I've been thinking about you during all this nonsense with the Target boycott and such. They are my favorite place to shop and that won't change. Some of these stupid people that worry about things they obviously don't even understand really need to get a life.