Rubber BootsA Poem by Abigale LeCavalier
Rubber Boots It’s on these wet mornings at the park that she feels the most insecure, even as the children still play in their rubber boots. Her favorite bench, soaked yet sturdy, the bottle of brandy, warmed in the clutch. She watches as a small girl is lifted by her father, placed on his shoulders and taken for a pony ride. She does not relate to that. And the birds at her feet are going hungry today. Because she left the moldy bread at home. Along with her identity. And there is the faintest crack of a smile, when the pony ride ends. Because it’s the tender moments that she never had, she misses the most. © 2010 Abigale LeCavalier |
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Added on December 7, 2009Last Updated on August 30, 2010 Tags: women, trans, tgirl, transgender, transsexual, MTF, FTM, GLBT, LGBT, queer, gay, transition, poetry, poem, real life, bi, gay pride, Abigale Lecavalier, Abby LeCavalier Author
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