That look you gave me
I’d seen before
But yesterday
It made no sense
After all we’d been through
Until today I remembered
You were drunk
Now it all makes sense
And it angers me to think
Of all we went though
Just to have you smile at me
Because you made it clear
You didn’t want me
Because I’m clear
I don’t want
Your drunk ass
No more

©Heather Coldstream


About cistotrans

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