i die in the end

heavy sighs

The sighs I leave here
as a transgender woman
are full of stares and glances
and so they fall
heavy like lead
to the dirty floor
where no one cares to look

The floor is full of heavy sighs
that once were buoyant
fresh from highs
but now are bloated bags of woe

I wonder if I’m living in the bonus round
since suicide was skipped
and now I’ve got the heady chore
of rounding up these memories
and instead of an epitaph
you’ve got a surly, pretty poet
singing requiems of time and place

so I’ll sing some song for those that passed
and catch their sighs up in this lonely glass