Rumour Has It

 

[Image description: Text reading "Rumour has it that a trans kid is always coming out" is in capital letters over an image of a hand holding a transgender flag.]
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Poetry by Tanya Singh.


RUMOUR HAS IT THAT A TRANS KID IS ALWAYS COMING OUT 


Rumour has it that a trans kid will wake up one day and remember only this life, an aftertaste for so many. They will smile for the pictures, too. They will offer their hands so you can rest your head somewhere. They will come home with a pack of friends who are just like them, swept in moonlight. Rumour has it that a trans kid is always coming out; they don't even stop even when they die - their voice crackling like grasshoppers reciting Emily Dickinson without a care.  They will kiss you goodbye and wave at the door and you will call out their name jade. You will say good girl and they will hold back their tears. Rumour has it that a trans kid will not survive beyond their 30s and it scares me. A trans kid will hold the music box close to their eyes and fix on that one spot on the wall and sing without a voice. They will kiss your hands goodnight and wake up to find summer never arrived.  Rumour has it that a trans kid will lift their arm, head pulled towards the sky and ask won't you welcome me? A trans kid holds out popsicles, pairing them with lyrics to a song you barely recall and they say I'm here now.