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| Tracey Emin "Detail of Love" |
beads of rain
hanging from a blade of grass
tiny prisms
© Rachel Green December 2020
I traded orgasms for life:
if I'd stayed male,
I'd have killed myself a long time ago
the disphoria would have done me in
at eighty miles an hour
into a motorway bridge.
Now that I'm female
orgasms are few and far between;
the long hill of fulfillment
too long and too far to travel up
and on the rare occasions I manage
the mountain path I climb
has no dip to careen down
shouting with joy:
just a little step
like my grandmother's stoop
in the brick hollow darkness of her back yard.
© Rachel Green December 2020
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