in the womanhood store i was trying to sell psychology.
here is a diagram of everything you told yourself
you weren't allowed to want. fiberglass beds for staying vigilant.
in many ways, what a dress means is the only litmus test
for what a gender is. is the dress dangerous or not?
i cut my dress from fish scales & fire. it is the same pattern
my grandmother used to make a wedding.
nightmares come prepackaged. i buy the ones that involve
failing at having a body. my hair falls out like leaves.
in my gender, it is always autumn. i am always the dressmaker.
the pattern, incomplete. guard towers. a needle in my mouth.
other women saying, "almost." other men steering clear.