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DiVida dresses like a man

cotton slacks shirts with stripes

lavender ties popular in spring

hip chains for keys padded thigh seams

she stands in the women’s

line prefers the smell of a woman’s

almond shaped unwashed sex a woman’s

water; but today she gets ejected

for looking like a man; ejected

for absent-mindedly grabbing her crotch; ejected

for acting like a man

even when Sapphire hisses: She ain’t no man

she just likes to dress like man

they demand that DiVida leave

who screams: You can’t ask me to leave

cause I’m not feminine I won’t leave

if you please

I will use the ladies room please

this is my gender identification please

even if I look like a man

from DiVidaFind more by Monica A. Hand at the library

Copyright © 2018 Monica A. Hand
Used with the permission of The Permissions Company, LLC on behalf of Alice James Books.

DiVida lives within her means

Eats beans

Sleeps on the sofa

Homeschools her progeny

Stuffs cardboard in her shoes

Washes her underwear in the sink

Grows tomatoes and cucumbers on windowsills

Spends her pension on travel to and from alternative universes

The President interrupts her favorite TV show with talk:

We will invest in medical research.

We will invest in clean energy.

We will invest in job training.

We will invest in education.

The rich don’t need another tax cut–not if it means seniors can’t eat.

Sapphire mimics: million, billion, trillion—say it fast bet you choke on

your own spit

I only got two dollars in my wallet

I can’t afford the American dream

Pass the joint and put some ice in my Hennessy

from DiVidaFind more by Monica A. Hand at the library

Copyright © 2018 Monica A. Hand
Used with the permission of The Permissions Company, LLC on behalf of Alice James Books.

The Highway Patrol stop DiVida

They want to see her

residency status

all she has is my passport

my picture

my place of birth

my expiration date

she tries to explain she is I

tells them

she is your try to do right

walk right talk right she

walk the straight line obey

she

never get stopped by the police

she

when they look at her in disbelief she tells them

she is Skip Gates and this is her house I

wouldn’t have been so nice and stagehand about it

I’d be, What the Frankenstein?

they’d wish they

had kept on going with their blinking lights

she wants to tell them

this ain’t South Africa it’s the USA she doesn’t want nobody

to (fill in the blanks)

she knows I don’t have any time for backroads logic

I’m sorry, Officers, I say, I forgot my ID.

from DiVidaFind more by Monica A. Hand at the library

Copyright © 2018 Monica A. Hand
Used with the permission of The Permissions Company, LLC on behalf of Alice James Books.

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