Idol

All those hours
Ground down to powder
I mixed with mud
To form little idols
Dotting the landscape of my day

I knock ’em down
One by one
’til not a one is left standing
Collecting dust
To hold me fast in time

©Heather Coldstream

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About cistotrans

A Seattle-area trans woman seeking a happy spot to stay at along the path of transition.
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