HeadA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierHead His strength is all that I can handle, a bundle of nerves, cut just rite, and close to the heart.
Arms that are good for holding, and digging holes in the garden; opening bottles of wine, always handy in the summer time.
And he keeps one eye on my feet, and the other on my purse, sure that I don’t give away what I got.
Little, if anything at all.
But he doesn’t bother when he’s angry, leaving me behind to buy my own cigarettes, or cheap bottle of bourbon.
That’s when he likes me the least, when I’ve blown over the clothesline.
Or didn’t hear the timer for the chicken in the oven, another dinner ruined, cremated.
He thinks me a waste of money.
Though he does smile when I show him my shoulder, and laughs, at the back of my head. © 2010 Abigale LeCavalierReviews
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2 Reviews Added on February 17, 2010 Last 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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