um, i write poetry. since forever and always. i don’t share it here cuz i don’t often write about things that have much to do with gender and sexuality and i don’t want to derail my own blog. also, i’m shy.
but this poem is sorta relevant; it’s about identities and stuff. and really, i think transitioning is about building/uncovering/nurturing/owning our identities. anyway, that’s how it is for me.
also, the one indented line is supposed to be part of the line above it; the line got cut off. always read aloud.
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things my garden tells me
“the garden is a mirror of the heart.” -unknown
mirrors are fibbers, ze secretly knows, so plants
gardens of squash foxgloves lupins peas rhubarb rue roses oregano beans
to explain the truth of hir eyes (brown? hazel?!) & whether ze is toothsome as a dark fist of soil.
who am i?! ze begs the basil. you grow sweet with knowing
& lays more seeds in thick earth to be hir uncurling mirrors.
pale cotyledons open the dirt with a rustle & a sway. they
part for true leaves & curve downward. plants heave
themselves higher, bentknees unbending & x-ploding
at the nodes.
i? you grow sweet
sweet yougrow sweet
with knowing. you grow sweetness un-
ending. you heavehigher unbending you
know the sweetness thesweetness
is in the seeds.