When I'm on an airplane,
39,000 feet in the air,
reading the introduction
to a collection of poetry
by a transgender poet of color,
and in her foreword, she thanks me,
her reader, for simply
being alive, and I can't
stop crying, because I know
she means it with every ounce of her soul.
Because she's me. Because she
knows. Because she signs it "hugs".
I'll be the first person to drown
39,000 feet in the air.
...Go read Ryka Aoki. Now.