The Edge of Circles
Circles
it’s not my space anymore asked to leave because I’m me a woman with transgender history as I go my print-less steps echo in my broken heart
Exile and return, chosen family, sisterhood, and the ache of belonging.
The Edge of Circles
it’s not my space anymore asked to leave because I’m me a woman with transgender history as I go my print-less steps echo in my broken heart
The Edge of Circles
I know what it’s like to have zero friends from the top of the pulpit I was given the solution a role to put on the promise was simple and the only truth this turned out to be the venom of snakes when I shed that fake skin crawling
The Edge of Circles
we gave each other a gift today my cisgender friend and I despite my struggle to stand fully in my womanhood something in me helped her find her own knowing I gave her that she gave it back my womanhood
The Edge of Circles
the first reclined in a chair a dot placed on her nose the second holds a needle in her hand the target is the dot the third gently holds the hand of the dotted woman as impact nears the needled woman speaks breathe in all three breathe in all three
The Edge of Circles
when my eyes meet yours the light reflecting between us two mirrors facing I’m blinded by your beauty! it’s penetrating. it lingers, when you are gone in fact, it never leaves it grows in the soil of my soul you are in my garden