rapid onset gender the needle was a mother closet. brushed my teeth with salt. ate ice cream in the fire elevator. knotting my heart like a pair of socks, i don't take mondays for granted. i pull them taffy-like from underneath a fresh lid. milk the moon for nourishment. turn up the heat in the bathroom to sweat myself free of all my hair. thighs are the most important muscles & here i am with not one but two. brotherhood on a coat hanger. spit spikes in the sink from the impending collar. i'll walk on all fours if you hold the leash. beard blooms like daffodil & blue bonnet. i'm making a thicket of my face. attaching burs to your back. i want to be the lover who is hard to take off who years later you wonder "where are they?" my pronouns are very worn out so i wash them in the sink with orange dishsoap. i have a hard time correcting people when they call me a prophet. i just saw god's ankles underneath the dressing room door. i'm making a bumper sticket that reads "supernatural = natural." nothing much else to say about transformation other than that it should be more hourglass flip & less medical waste. though not my fault everything blue needs to blink itself awake. praise my scabby elbows. praise the shed snake skin in the sink. wasn't mine wasn't mine. purse me to the graveyard water fountain. let's talk about the gender of a knuckle. mine is amethyst beneath the skin. i'm having all my bones surgicall replaced with crystals as fast as i can. bones are really too heavy for this kind of lift off. fill my shoes with dirt. plant tomatoes. red comes so fast i can barely catch.