Hardly There

They always called me
That, Daphane
And yes, really
Because unlike Janet/james
Mr. I’m a homeless tranny
I know who I am
And it’s far more
Than a homeless tranny

Not that I have any
Bias
Against gays
Or transvestiets
Just annoyance
Towards those who hold
Their sexual
Status
As their entire entity

I do not,
Thank you very much.
I am a perfectly well-rounded
Being

I know my name
And weather or not I have
A dick
Or vag.
I know
Who my mother is
And her phone number
As well as a grouping of odd facts
That bear no meaning
To life.
Such as the little known
Oddity, if I may
That one may recive an erection
Even after death
And that a hanging
Is more likely to cause this
Event.

I,
Unlike
Janet/james
Have a job
And friends
And often wonder, thou soley to myself
Why I talk to him/her
Everyday
Without fail, like
A broken record
Consistanly
Annoyingly
Repeating one action
With no desire
To stop
Yet every
To pause, or play straight
Forwards.

It broke me
Today
When a man sat there
In my spot
Yet I was
Relived
In both ways
That I could possibly mean such a word
And I squated
To pause, and say hello
Without realizing
This man
I knew