I once believed, that boy and girl, were surely the same. That he thought as I did, and I did, as he. Eventually to realise, that some mighty influence, had separated us. And him from me.
I’ve never seen a soul detached from its gender, but I’d like to. I’d like to see my own that way, free of its female tethers. Maybe it would be like riding a horse. The rider’s the human one, but everyone’s looking at the horse.
‘Horse’ by Chase Twichell.