high-heel shoes, scarves, purses,
dancing before mirrors.
School was a horror.
He preferred hopscotch to relay races,
a hijacked plane touched down
in unfamiliar clothes.
to rave in reviews, no one
more imagination than possibility,
like a poorly written story
of a sister I wish I had.
“Epitaph for a Transsexual” was originally published in Willow Review.