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NOT what you think. The folks one meets at poetry readings. |
| Her name is Nancy. If you didn't know you wouldn't know and she is stunning. She had another name-- the male name she was born with; the name she used when she became a father to her son. She is mid gender reassignment. Nancy didn't want to be a he because she felt she was a she inside, but after going though the things one does to be she from he links not with a male because she likes women, always did, as a he and as a she. Yet she is with a she who was a he made she. Hard to wrap my mind around but in the long run, it matters not. I sit with my eyes closed, as I usually do when listening to poetry. I hear her speak: she plays with words, symbolic nuances and symmetry. She crafts layers which delve into multiple meanings where what is said resonates and what is silent is given voice. She is a brilliant poet. |