Tomorrow Today
Congruency sits through the flickering light,
as I tell you I love you as a woman, unchanged.
As I tell you in ways that I’d rather deny,
or speak them in silence at the end of the night,
where I sit and I question if that’s really so wrong
if I had, once, been amendable too.
For I had once been a man in what mattered.
For I had once been a mirror at best,
who reflected the light seeping in through your window,
in hopes it would still trace your legs the right way.
For I had once been a man in the flesh,
through a longing to fit you, or maybe to fill.
—Alondra Marisol
