Scar Tape
Sometimes I feel like
Being alive is video game, and I’m playing on
Hard mode, no cheats.
If gender dysphoria
Had a final boss
It would be looking at pictures of yourself
As a kid.
If my body dysmorphia
Was fully externalized
I’d be a boxer and the timer
Wouldn’t be running. The crowd
Still wouldn’t let me leave, and the opponents
Keep coming. Like MMA meets Tetris,
Or something.
When I had top surgery I wanted to ask
My surgeon how many rings there were
Underneath but I knew she would answer me
Matter of fact, alas
I am a tree thicker than most, and old oak scarred up
You can count my age as well as my
Life events, I try to find the silver lining
Not because I’m an optimist
But because I need a fresh layer of gauze
At least, since transitioning
I discovered scar tape, which really seems
To be taking the edge off.