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.
