White Flower
Blue Flower Front
Purple Flower
Poppy Front
Yellow Flower


on childhood

it begins at 7

childish, foolish


on gender

boys dressed in blue and girls 
looking pretty in pink 
the division occurs 
I am a strange creature 

on death


but first, a ceremony of another kind 
the wilting greets me 
it is a strange feeling, a first 
watching someone leave, body limp

on sexuality

down the aisle 
I watch him give her a bouquet of flowers 
as she blushes in return 
if only I could do that too

on love


and then it comes 
on an axis spinning 
chassis in transit 
there is a season for all things

for years to be longing

at last we're belonging

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