sometimes i feel this way: moments
elongate the back of my heart opens flesh
compresses to a pinpoint beneath
touch a fingertip barely brushes
surface yet embraces
everything

ink runs low skips through my
words fading in out in rivulet let
up i am nowhere near done with broken
thoughts strewn together quick grope slowed
down to care full chosen
one word
at a
time some
times i feel this way: my spirit perplexed
by my gender my
soul genderless air and heart, steel
and fire wildly gentle a fistful of tender
nestled deep in kindled
need to
offer