8th April 2018

my phone died while taking this

sunshine
through heavy cloud
primroses

© Rachel Green 2018

morning discussion
about painting
and writing with a male eye.
A good friend asked me
to write a description of myself
as if I were Dan Brown
or Ian Fleming,
where the rigid viewpoint
is entirely of tits and ass
and general fuckibility.
I declined --
If I wrote about myself
from the viewpoint of the male gaze
I'd make myself cry.
I'm a transgender woman
with real thoughts and feelings
and no man would ever want to look at me
with that sort of viewpoint
except from the desire
not to be punched by me again.

© Rachel Green 2018