Perception

I'm having a moment. A new me

shaped under the surgeon's knife.

Unrecognizable to my eyes, my hands. 

Whose body is this? Patience. Flesh

will settle, become a part of me. 

It's a conundrum. Something I longed for

For twenty, thirty years. Now here. 

Nothing sexual, not yet. It's all too foreign,

too strange. I haven't claimed ownership,

or settled into this new skin. A step at a time. 

A slow process. Not something I'm good at. 

Perpetually in a rush. Moving forward, looking

ahead. But before I can be someone else's, 

I need to be mine. So. A seat on the sub's bench.

(Surgery done! The boobs have shrunketh!)