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I shave the side of my head like a person prepping for surgery. Work says nothing because they cannot regulate hair length  I cannot put a finger on what is different inside of me but something is buzzing, very low, a tinny whine I cannot place or diagnose, a faintness in my lungs When I dress in the morning, I rattle a little like a snare drum left snapped in place, too close to a speaker hisssssses My mother asks me what is wrong with you? I can honestly answer that I don't know. I dream about coming out, again, to my mother I imagine the set of her mouth like the a warped paperback book. I’ve read this book before, when I told her about the first woman I fell in love with. When I told her that my partner used they/them pronouns and she used whatever she wanted. Coming out and telling someone you were assigned someone you cannot be, I don’t want to read that chapter. She will see this as losing her daughter. And I wish she would surprise me. I expose the shaved side of my head to the sky, begging anyone to dissect me  and whisper into my bloodied ear all the answers that lie inside of me. I don't want to tell my mother the results.
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Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 2:24 PM UTC
Queer undercut
I shave the side of my head like a person prepping for surgery. Work says nothing because they cannot regulate hair length  I cannot put a finger on what is different inside of me but something is buzzing, very low, a tinny whine I cannot place or diagnose, a faintness in my lungs When I dress in the morning, I rattle a little like a snare drum left snapped in place, too close to a speaker hisssssses My mother asks me what is wrong with you? I can honestly answer that I don't know. I dream about coming out, again, to my mother I imagine the set of her mouth like the a warped paperback book. I’ve read this book before, when I told her about the first woman I fell in love with. When I told her that my partner used they/them pronouns and she used whatever she wanted. Coming out and telling someone you were assigned someone you cannot be, I don’t want to read that chapter. She will see this as losing her daughter. And I wish she would surprise me. I expose the shaved side of my head to the sky, begging anyone to dissect me  and whisper into my bloodied ear all the answers that lie inside of me. I don't want to tell my mother the results.
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32/Non-binary/Suffern NY
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 2:24 PM UTC
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