Can you imagine 

transitioning together

in the same old house,

our parents hosting a meeting 

for pflag (or tflag) in the living room

while we dig through the costume bin 

in the basement, dancing to ezra furman

with a fuzzy pink boa hugging my neck.  

we watch isis king compete to be 

america’s next top model.

we walk down the street 

for rainbow sherbet (me) 

& gold medal ribbon (you).

we take the train to lurie’s for

a checkup & sit on the steps

of the mca, searching 

each other's faces & 

chests for what 

comes next