non-binary

Crystal Teardrops (on Gender)My poems are crystal teardropsborn of confusion, crystallizedby its resolution.They work their way out;I cannot push them.Here’s one.I am the lightest amongst womenand I beat the heavy drum amidst the company of brothers—And why shouldn’t I?I carry years of Knowing and Unknowing,of the hardening and softening,of the chortles and the fire;and it…