composed

pressed against life i broaden, deepen. yet still gender contains me with its realm. it's a trans life for me, i have no choice about that.

ultimately there is no politics to it, just composition of the self. if i am to some extent my own composer, i the composer too am composed.

trapped in what i relish, i cannot assert with confidence what i am. i cannot determine what i am. i can take pride in what is, and relish what i have been determined to relish. with affirmative joy. xx




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