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ULTRASOUND

it’s not that we’re all born

genderless, though we are.

rather, once we were all small

women inside our mothers.

something about science

& sex organs & hormones

& god. no wonder she wept

red negligee when she walked in

on me at ten in her worst dress

spinning before her dead

father’s mirror, my eyes made up

into science fictions. felt me

again inside her, my pig thirst

threading her blood & body

mass into another veil i’d wear

& not care for. seeing mother

cry i found myself

into manlier fabrics. when i am

a boy again she tells me

it’s not that she hated me fey

rather, that day she swore

she saw the mirror sob. fetal lady,

little daughter, tiny apology.