The nonsense of my dream-world
Fits together with perfection
In its improvisational flow
With each player on their mark
And never a line blown

The mysterious sets and special effects of raw id
Unfold in puzzling inevitability of form
Peppered with dumbfounding dressings
That leave me worrying them as invisible talismans
Never seen but familiar at hand

©Heather Coldstream

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