If only you couldn’t see me.

Then I would be free.

Not just he

or my lady

but designated as nobody.

I feel more in line with a moss-covered tree

than I ever will in a dress that goes down to my knees.

I’d take the form of a monster that bends reality

or maybe even a forest that’s never seen vitamin D.

A cloaked figure with a cat that’s feathery.

A empty parking lot with a staticky TV.

A Potato Head with no accessories floating at sea

is the only way I can describe my gender envy.

It changes so much it’s just a skeleton key.

This statement shouldn’t have to be gutsy

but limiting gender to the idea of pink and blue is just crappy.