Born in full bloom
I grew along the feminine
& pink despair
pinched back & pedestaled
thin into air
but even the invisible
lived resolute as me.
A woman shaves her own head.
Just one nick & the tracing of blood
marks her like a longitude line on a globe.
Green wisp & greenly leafing bud
Creamy white & soon-to-butter yellow
Oh dress your girls in genderless
Colors. It will not matter.
We know what’s under those clothes.