B l o o d W o r k
I am impatient for my life to begin. I cannot wait to receive the vile That will fill the needle; Which will penetrate my skin. My second shot at puberty. This time around, the right kind of change. Will my voice plunge? Will my beard grow? Will I finally feel happy in this body? This is not a sprint, but a marathon. I must pace my steps and make sure I do not fall to my demise. I am impatient to have a flat chest; To walk on the beach without a shirt on. The day I won't be called "Miss" or "ma'am," And my birth name will be a faded memory. Soon Aidan, everyone has been saying. Well, soon is just around the corner And I'm biting my nails.











