Feeling along the bearded edges,
this tattooed husk peels away; a tangerine
lipsticked and heart attacked in years,
straight-arrowed into manhood and back again.
At times she is in the mirror,
in the paleness of hairless legs
short-panted on the way home from school,
locked in the bathroom in amazement
at the first sprouting of pubic hair.
Now, voice-changed, military-commanded and tube-tied,
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