Trans Embodiment

Changing a menstrual cup in the men’s room is hard only because you were supposed to be six months pregnant by now, supposed to have learned to puke here instead. But bleeding is all you know. Cough to cover the squelching sound when you pull it out, or don’

A dress patterned like seventies carpet. Saucy skirt cut on a bias, giving glimpse of hairy thigh. Pit hair sneaks out around spaghetti straps snaking to breast-sized triangles, grasping more air than flesh. I proffer my melon salad to suspicious eyes. But you said you were trans. In one man’