Did you ever
See an eagle
Piss and shit
In the sky
As it soars?
Just releasing
Without thinking
Or breathing
Or caring at all
What anyone says
Either way?
I didn’t choose
Detransition
So much as I
Opted in
To a more easily manageable
Hair situation. What
Had happened
Was: the boy was
On the couch again
And I hated that
Hated that he was
Still high, that
He didn’t want me
Anymore. That he
Ate all the eggs
Without ever learning
To boil one himself
Hated his fucking
Face. This face will
Improve with egg, I
Surmised, then proceeded
To prove the egg-face
Axiom. I left him
On the couch, egg
Faced and methy
And the cushion
Swallowed him
Up. Before dying
He went back
To prison, he
Returned to Miami
Or Managua
Or New York
In the meantime
I walked back
To the old squat
The one with the
Barber downstairs
I took off my hat
The barber gasped
And began to cut
It’s dumb to be a woman
I thought, or a man
Who cares about
That? You can just
Be a bird, which I was
Floating up there
Shitting out eggs
Above the trees
To land on lovers’ heads
Who betrayed me
Feeding my babies
Warm mush I made
From half-digested
Seed and worm
Singing not to delight
Or entertain, but to
Ward off despicable
Creatures, like exes
Too stupid to get
Transformations
Of the mundane,
Mythical sort only
Haircuts can trigger
Unity (she/he/they) is a writer and performer who lives one town over from the largest metaphysical store in central New York. This town is called Otego; it also houses the post office where Unity maintains a box. You can send mail to this box if you wish. In fact we encourage it! P.O. Box 508, Otego, NY 13825. These are Unity's first published gay male poems.