Transformation
a nonet
You plaintively wail, “I’m transgender!”
after seven years of marriage
and 2 more kids plus my 3.
“I want to become ‘she!’”
So, ‘old you’ left me...
transform’d to her.
I, alone,
feel pain
now.
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Heather Scott
Heather writes poetry and short stories, gardens, breeds small dogs, and looks after her five children.
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