My dry lips that share the story
Hands shaking with human touch
Sisterhood in circles,
I stand by the subway wall
Strangers staring and cold
An unfamiliar face close to mine
Her body an inch from my back
Her trans body a mirror of my small frame
She clings close
Fear of an impulse
From others' trans fear
My body still curving and creaking
I pin a willing submissive
His eyes widening
At what I can do as a he
His words uttered softly
You'd be the best lover in the world
If you were a man
My head spinning
Overwork for someone
I know is queer
Their tests everyday
As they wonder why the lack of trust
Over words that I can say
My body looking like the next straight clone
My soul screaming queer all the way






Orla Reed is a queer poet, painter, and photographer who lives in the Southern United States. Orla is thirty-eight years old, anarchist, and an advocate for women. Orla has a bachelor's degree in writing and visual arts.


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