In the haze of a lucid dream,
I sit in an auditorium filled with faces
not quite familiar. 
On stage my best friend is graduating 
wearing a dress of pinks and purples

looking down my eye examines what I’m wearing. 
It’s an ugly suit a size too big with fabric
that scratches my skin

I wore men’s clothes to this past thanksgiving 
but to Passover I wore a floral skirt 

In the deep recesses of the part of my brain 
that evolved when my ancestors were lizards
I fear that my identity will bring others shame

happy pride