the shoulders whose breadth i cannot hide
my jawline, soft as it is, protruding
unadorned with hair but suspect nonetheless
ribs keep me locked away in a cage
constrained as i am by my own body
i cannot live as the woman i want to
"but my mind holds the key"
on the bus ride home my ears are full
of the sound of oscillating bone saws,
burring, bossing, cunty contouring--
perhaps, this will make me whole?