I live in a house of war
the warrior Trungpa
in a photo with another woman at my bedside
I wonder: was she forced to have sex with him?
‘the sakyong’ is always in full view
Today I wanted to take my shirt off
but not for a man
no I wanted to be a man-
cipated-never wanted to become other than who I was
when born
was I born this way?
did I choose I’m gay?
am I trans enough to ever be seen?
do these questions matter?
the war it scatters
and all the leaves will gather
written in red, like blood
to say
if only we had heard Sinead
fight the real enemy
