Gender Fluid Gentleman

You want to go with them, 

but the space between you and them is 

discernible and distant. They emit a vibe, 

a sonic, undetectable outside earshot. 

Quietly resonating is kinetic energy. 

You are different. You know you’re different. 

They know. They won’t say it. 

They elect not to speak of it. You do. 

Gender pronouns. Today’s new nomenclature. 

When there is gender intersectionality like this 

there may come heightened identity consternation. 

Discussion, interpretation, and translation 

are never fluid. Just asked the gender fluid 

gentleman wearing the gray pork pie fedora. 

Each one of his pork pie fedora’s bears its owns 

identity. His name is asked, she answers—

Jim.

 

© emmett wheatfall