w.m.l.l. 10

he was born in a woman's body                              thats what we say



but the he is like a shadow in that sentence, faded by
the sun of body


his eyes on you is looking into the soothsayer
at once you feel:    hurt and      faithful and       honest and                             brave

he walks with the shoulders of someone whose carried around a heavy set
of memories                                       his forearms are hairy      have sharp corners
his hair is dusty like a man's

his skin is pink, unhardened
where the sideburn-shaved sticks out like a gravel road

sitting there in his baseball cap
he looks like a boy                                                                                         he feels like a man.