we eyed the box/homosexuality
and its genetic/origins
want some jujubes?/
don't let gender frame you in/let's shred
cardboard and the binary on the floor/
look, you're already defying roles women
aren't supposed to break stuff up
and i know i am
a man so am i supposed to break stuff up?
society gone with each candy eaten and
every box top lost
"I am alone and no One Understands My Pain" "obvious metaphor poems" -- o.k., this is where I start writing about transgender stuff. in 2005. really, I was at a concert and I stole someone's jujubes and we started shredding the box. that's where all the best imagery comes from, right?