I was traveling a lot on business just before and early into my transition, which put me into a lot of different places, sometimes a tad out of my comfort zone.  And then I had to report all this to my therapist.

Sorting It Out

Tomorrow, 
I have to explain all this.
How I shot through a week
on short sleep and valium,
slipping back and forth 
between ‘him’ and ‘her’
as if it wasn’t just ‘me’.

Tomorrow, 
I have to weave tales 
for my therapist
of passing - and not. 
Of kindness and taunting kids,
of missed chances and dead ends.

 

Tomorrow, 
this must all make sense.
Has to have rhyme and reason,
be put in perspective,
so lessons can be drawn.

But tonight, 
I can sit in this L.A. bar
and let my heart wander.