SELF PORTRAIT, ELEVEN
Slipped between two genders
like a boy's slender foot
into his mother's shoe
those few shards of afternoons
skin blending
into the glassy light of a long mirror
was to bridge a divide
and guard against death
and offer a voice to both sides.
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ReplyDeleteDear Cassidy - strong, strong poem. Nice bit of writing. Glad it found a home in the published world too.
ReplyDeletePlease keep writing.
Best regards - Petra