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of trans communities everywhere
?What office?? you ask
no office, I sigh
My bed where I sleep night after night with my lover
My bed where I fear waking too soon
too soon to get a good reading
Temping they call it
Like it?s temporary
Like one day I won?t need to
One day I will wake up and
My damn body will do what it?s supposed to do
I won?t fear the injections
I won?t fear failure
My lover and I will intertwine and make someone out of ourselves.
Someone to spring forth from my body
Something that says our love deserves a reward.
Like in a secretarial pool
Only these other women don?t think about it the same way.
They whisper terms like baby dance
And giggle about making love so often
So often their lovers are inside them
While we exchange vacation plans for trips to the cryobank.
Why does life cost us $5000 (so far)
And to others it?s free?
Like in an ad agency.
I awake in my bed, in the dark, trying hard not to stir
Put it in my mouth again
Brush my hand over my sleeping lover
who is deeper inside me than he?ll ever know
And hope. Dream. And Pray.