There is a lot of
Cruelty, in the fact
I don’t care anymore
About you.
However, I still
Feel pangs of
Anger, that
Swallow me up,
Inside.
I don’t understand
If I need therapy
Again,
Or rather
I should just
Vent about it.
Leo performance
Tools, and a lack
Of engagement.
My dreams are
Resolving themselves
The new is ushering
In. Then the accordion
Flops, and I’ve got a
Weird accent of some type.
Customer service voice
As sweet as can be.
Milk and honey
In drag.
Yet I still get
Called hun.
I hate it
I can’t change it
How many hats does
It take
For someone to see
The non-binary in me.
I’m not a man
But I wear the pants
Quite well,
These days.
