The first thing I noticed about my tits

was that the right one was coming in bigger

than the left. The internet says this puts me

in the statistical minority. The President says

my gender does not exist. The IRS says

I will pay for my erasure. I fantasize about a day

when my survival becomes unremarkable,

about a day when getting my tits sucked

feels like getting my tits sucked, and not like an act

of resistance. I can’t wait for them to drop, to droop.

I want titties that transition from one stage of life

to the next. I want transition beyond transition.

I want to watch myself die without worrying  

I’ll be killed.