By the totem of a rabbit
In a week of ever softer landings

On a sheet doubling as a projector screen
As a flowerhorn swims into view

Through the light that crouches in the corner
While you are waking

In that first morning waking up next to you

In the part of me that once might have been polyester
That fills tentatively with organs again

In a diagram of a breast laid out like petals
Where I went looking for something more than gender, fate or
Meat that might be cancer

In an image of a future that doesn’t make me afraid

Alongside two pumps of Testogel and another Christmas staying in the city
Between the brickwork, but not so deeply permeated yet

At a crossroads that is less of a choice and more of a marker
Here where I met you, where you were already walking

On this stretch of earth, in the smell of this gravel
Cinder blocks painted like candy out on a rented road

In the park after a movie while it was raining
In between two La Niñas, in preparation for a third

When you are close, when I hear my new voice saying
Just like that, that’s it, right there

That’s where it lives