One Year Post-Op
A year ago today I woke up in
A whole lot of pain—
11/11/21 what a lucky, lucky day.
Since then a lot has changed
I still don’t quite have room in my heart
To celebrate myself, and still those around me
Don’t care about anything but themselves and yet
It doesn’t matter, because
I celebrate every single day
With a job where no one knows my old name
With a future that feels new and exciting again
Going on a double date where
I’m just a regular boring old straight white man.
The joy I feel is so intense
It ripples through my insides and gives me IBS
The adrenaline of being him
Has been worth every stitch.