I could flatten my chest,

bruise my already broken ribcage,

to mimic a man.

I could put on clothes that wear me,

an XL t-shirt with a 2XL hoodie,

for a chance of androgyny.

I could pretend for the day,

 people see me the way I see myself-

undefinable. 

Because I know

they won’t look at me

and say “he.”

I just wish one day,

maybe they’ll hesitate

before saying “she.”