When I was a child I was not a child.
I knew about Death, the man
with high cheekbones
who stood over me in my dreams.
I could not move and this aroused him.
He did not move with me.
I would wake and stare
into the mirror,
remembering him. He loved me
like he had no choice.
The mirror told me to turn into a woman
and I obeyed. No, I have
never been in my right mind. No, I have
everything left to give.