Tranzgender Statement of Purpose

it's like     we get it:

the index of bruisesI've incurred as tranzcould constitute their own cartography.

                In any context where I'm seenI'm less woman than a wombinside a jar

                but we'll end there                and start again:

in this new space we call safeI'm fucking ur husband on the balconyand it's tits-free-to-the-air kind of romantic.

Beyond us                fir trees stand erect in the yard                where ur bratty dog dry humps the white leg                of a plastic chair                until finally, the breeze mutters     disgusting.

                So we agree                    there's nothing else to do                                but step back indoors.

He wants to smoke first.                Men always stall when on the edge of error.

I say fine.                I'll go piss and make the bed warm.

                        I open the door behind us                        leading into your room

                                and let myself in                                all the way inside.