once, when i was young, the eyes of a friend shocked open when i explained, i’m like a girl trapped in a boy’s body. yesterday, my fingers held my hair in a bun so my mirror showed me my mother, for only a moment, until i let it back down above my bare shoulders. tonight, i’m brushing my teeth on the bathroom floor because i don’t like what my eyes can see. tomorrow, i’ll watch the denim skirt that made my grandmother’s eyes jump drop from my hips to my feet and fold back into a wooden...