Taut baseball cap biceps scream against porcelain features. Forced into a chardonnay lace existence. Undulating under flesh dance the dream, A dream of stars at midnight and black tuxedos. A secret wish against door one or door two. Is there a door 901? Let's open it and see what happens, Is it like bulging lava craving an exit A sweet release from brainwashed expectations? The binary is illusional or maybe delusional. Variance shifts across the plane like plate tectonics Trembling and caressing the surface. Binary choices like M or F are supposed to be fact! “NO VARIANCE ALLOWED" “Allowed” discredits the supposed duality, by choosing to ignore Everything else. It is not that it does not exist but that it is not proper and that is forbidden, RIGHT, Well tell that to those who are told to take comfort in the safety of the binary But really fear what may happen from its dangerous recourse for straying from the pack. Kris Briggs, writer and student, attends the University of New Mexico.

"Screaming Reflections by Kris Briggs" - via Transgender Tapestry cir. 2003
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