Leslie Anne Mcilroy: On the Rocks

I love my son so much

I no longer call him my daughter.

He presses his bound breasts to me

when I hug him hello and goodbye.

He wants them gone.

I want him safe.

I show him how to draw back

the testosterone in the syringe.

Years as a diabetic

make me an expert.

I never wanted a son and now

I want him more than ever.

Water and ice are the same

thing, right? It’s just that

one is harder than the other.

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