Gender 

avocados change their 
sex every day:
female by day 
male by night.
more avocado trees.
plant them in my hair 
plant them in sidewalk cracks
and the gaps in my teeth.
i want so many avocado trees
to duck under, the fruit
swelling like fat green tears drops,
plopping down on my body,
leaving bruises in the shape
of perfect circles,
polka-dots or bulls-eyes
or third eyes.
i'll tell them it's okay,
that there are humans 
who experience the same 
gender tumbling.
i peel a fruit
put the pit in my mouth 
to suck on 
it's sensual,
big round heavy seed
spit in the dirt.
i'll show the trees my nail polish
i'll show the trees the scars 
where my breasts used to be 
they will understand then
what sex means, 
the pollen all night 
all night
shouting pollen at 
the earth, how dare the pollen 
so yellow 
sticky on my hands.
oh avocado trees 
make a female of me by day 
so that i can make 
fruit like yours,
blooming from my hair 
pump ripe green,
i pluck them to fill
a bowl on the counter
my avocado, 
finger nails 
dig into the tough skin 
soft innards,
muted color texture
god of avocados 
save the pits