For Marsha P. Johnson

When the doctor pulled me from between 

my mother’s hips, he mistook my penis as proof 

of a preexisting condition. I put my penis in this poem 

because it’s part of who I am. My lover calls my asshole 

a pussy because I call it one. I put my pussy in this poem 

because it’s part of who I am. I put gender in this poem

because it’s always there. I put reveal in this poem 

because I was taught that sonnets need a volta. 

The doctor is a man in this poem because

I’m still unlearning my conditioning.

My lover is in this poem because

they’ve never questioned what I am.

There is cum in the title of this poem 

because not every ending is easy to look at.