If I could be bare bones, bareback
Riding a horse hollering along the way,
I would strip my flesh now and
Shave my head down to my skull,
But lest I be immodest, don a dress
Gaily, girly, magenta-hued and cinched
At the waist to show my new figure:
Faceless, featureless, distinctly female—
Don’t worry about the gun at my side
It’s only decor to play into that fantasy
Of female perfection, worldly and innocent,
Bold yet still confirming to the limited border:
Faceless, featureless, female—bare bones and bare back
Loved.
