the non-binary blues

he's evil,

Julie says to me, adjusting

her nose

ring,

and scratching

her blue

hair.

he's the worst president

ever.

ever, she says, sipping

on her

soy milk

and eating dried

fruit wedges

and kale.

him

and that billionaire

are stealing

our money, taking away

our rights.

he won't let my son

who transitioned

into a girl

play

on the girl's softball team

this year.

he's evil.

pure evil.

but, he's trying to balance

the budget,

i tell her,

he's helping to end

two world wars,

he secured the border

and is getting

criminals off the street.

he wants no taxes on tips,

no taxes on

social security payments.

he wants to give everyone

a dividend from

the money saved this year

by DOGE.

so what,

she says,

someone last month called

me by the wrong pronoun.

he called me

her, instead of they.

i can't live like that.

i am non-binary, damn it.

i haven't been able to sleep

for weeks.