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.”