One Month On T

my boyhood has really kicked in;
crab apple blooms on testosterone
skin. i find my dermis punctured,
bruised with man’s becoming. else:
cryptid. slicked blisters, hair un-
bolted; each run through is discovery.
i am shredding. hole upon hill, the
slippage of a grand stepping forward;
recovering from girlhood, rejecting.
my eyes contain storm-fields;
white cranes. i am as much telephone
pole as i am heron. as tall oil rig;
as softly current. middle smudges
in his hands. we mustn’t waste it.

About the author

River Snowdrop (they/them) is a queer trans masc poet from Manchester, UK. River likes writing about gender, nature, and the ways these two things often intersect. Their work has been previously published in Full House Literary, Silly Goose Press, ouch! collective and more. You can find them on Instagram/Bluesky @riversnowdrop.

Photo by Marine Sintes on Unsplash.