for a person i think is a woman,
but she's not, or at
least, not yet.
the wig fools
me and the dress.
flowered and yellow.
he or she hits me over
the head
with his purse
and tells me how dare i open
the door for him,
do you think i'm
not strong enough
to open a door?
do you really think i'm
weaker than you?
the fragile other sex?
i apologize, and hesitate,
wondering who
should go in first.
i'm scared.
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