"Dysphoria Myth" by Seth Jani
Dysphoria Myth
I remember feeling the weight of my body
at an early age. The tuning fork of chromosomes
making me a stranger in the only form I knew.
The quiet dislocation, as if exiled from inside.
I spent my life looking to clear the lines,
to find the moon in the dark water.
The earth glowed with false perceptions,
the radium of nonbeing smeared across the sky,
the windows tumbling with paper light.
One day the secret of transformation
would be found like a golden egg
in the nest of adders. Or so I told myself
through the long passages of denial,
through the journey taken to avoid the center.
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