“I hope the exit is joyful and I hope never to return.” Frida Kahlo
Desiree, a twenty-year old transgender female,
Finds solace in the streets,
Sometimes sleeping in the park,
Sometimes in shelters,
And if she’s lucky, sometimes at a friend’s house.
She’s gender fluid. Most of the time she’s female.
Her parents have disowned her,
Thrown her out, told her never to come back.
But tonight, unbeknownst to them,
She’s been raped.
Pulled into a side-street alley,
Sliced, pared open, flayed.
A week later, after the trauma,
A doctor tells her
She’s tested HIV positive.