nearly an hour passes
before I realise
i never properly
introduced
myself.
not like it matters.
axe is too deep
in explaining a show-
vutran or something-
to me.
and i don't have the heart
to interrupt him.
not when he looks
so happy,
eyes shining
behind round glasses
and a wide grin
dominating his
face.
after a while, I notice
he's stopped talking.
he's staring at me
expectantly,
and i guess
he must have
asked something.
"...could you repeat
the question?"
i ask, flushing in
embarrassment.
he laughs.
"is hoover your real name?"
there it is.
the question i've been dreading.
i sigh.
"not technically."
he quirks his head, obviously
confused.
"i wasn't born the way i look now.
i'm trans."
sort of.
"oh. huh. ok."
nice.
YOU ARE READING
in-between
PoetryHoover Parks is different. They're not a boy, even though they look like one. They're not a girl, even though they sometimes act like one. They're neither. In-between.
