camphor

single digits– lilac walls

the only girl on the basketball team

I mean, I preferred softball teeming with girls and port-o-potties

to pee

standing up

if that’s something you wanted to try

and yup, I sure did.

weaponized was the color pink

pink and my liking of it

a contradiction

to my request, I insist, Call me he.

'He?

but you love the color

pink? '

Paint me purple,

purple is who I want to be–

colored in, finely

by every line of

pink and

blue that makes me me.

But what about just

baby boy blue?

Blue, it’s true

is the color of my eyes,

oceans, unchanged by transition

so much time spent oceans, overflowing,

now too purple

to be blue, so breathe in my

lavender,

sharpest scent in Spanish,

camphor, cottage garden,

therapeutic,

too pink too

to be blue,

but too blue

for just pink

earlier than I understood:

single digits– lilac walls.