there was a girl/boy
on fire all the time
for one thing
or another

there was a scrappy boy/girl
who no one ever believed
“a very bright individual”
that no one took seriously

there was a mirror
that lived between
the scalar waves
of love and introspection
and the slight perturbation
that manifests
lovers like us

this poem isn’t about a tranny
this song is about you & me
because never once has a tranny made history
(exclude J. Edgar Hoover from the cadence of the poem, please)
but, well, you & me…

i’m an anti-medicine doctor-tradwife whore
and you’re a gatling-gun lib-doctor moor
who makes my mind & body
gratefully sore.