Darwin Shire
Genderbird
Chickadee, black-capped. Dapper
fellow. You won’t get me this time,
no sir. Hat envy aside, though,
you’ve got a nice ring to you.
Today, I’ll let you rule my window.
You can teach me how to wear men’s
hats. Teach me how to sing. Spit
melody to the wind. You don’t care.
We don’t care. I’ll take your feathers
for a spin. Teach me how. Today
the hunger I feel for the world
is a skeletal structure,
hollow-boned. One day
I would like to be the poem,
the one the poet spits out
secretly, into a napkin under the table
while their mother
is distracted with the baby.
To be what once was secret:
no longer Formerly Known As.
Any amount of time
to make sense of such peace,
maybe, is not enough time.
Today I am simple and
growing like a bird
caught in the act of swallowing.
Darwin (she/they) is currently working their way through a BA at Colorado State University, with plans to eventually continue their education through a Master's program in creative writing. She loves words and cheesecake and is just happy to be here.