It must be somewhat late
Ringing myself loose from
What I can fathom to be
Tightly wound rectangular cages
And it's only in my spare time
That I allow myself to wade
Or dip into what I feel
I can't escape from

A beautiful transwoman tonight
Told me I was a femmewarrior
And still it's the little things
The tiny just about nonexistent
Little things
That cheapen the high highs.

I sat in the gold room
Last like I always do
And remembered why it's my favorite
And my pores bled and sweat
No rat race
Just believe
Just believe my insides hummed.