Let me be a shape shifter in your name
Your name hand-formed like a clay pot
Layered with honey and pistachios
Like a crisp baklava on the mouth.
Let me fill these broken-open closets
These dark cedar skeleton boxes
With silk and leather and heavy Oxford cotton.
Scribble the xxx,
into your gender box.
Into the place on your chest where the scalpel buried the treasure.
What combination of pigment and baubles
What alchemy of powder and campfire
What potion do I sip like an old fashioned
Fire water,
liquid courage
To become the thing that makes your center molten like the earth.
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