Low-hanging fruit

And I was clothed again in my boy’s body

and yet it was a perfect fit

not tight (I think there was a zip)

and nothing hurt or ached

and every part of me felt light and free

and as I climbed the stairs

I knew just knew somehow that

when I reached the top

there’d be no end

to my ascending

and I would be

exempt

for ever

now

from

grav

ity