Pickle Me In Salmon

What is it?

Now a girl?

Now a guy?

Why can't

My mind 

Work right?

Why does it

Have to wear

A dress

To be happy?

Isn't my mind

Anquished enough?

"Cockadoodle"

They yelled

At me today.

What the fuck,

I suppose.

I'm a girl

Of sorts.

Where is 

My vagina?

Why doesn't 

X mark

The spot? 

Torture is 

Not dead,

But I am.

Nothing is

Scintillating 

In me

Anymore.

Pickle me

In salmon.

Then maybe

They won't 

Yell

"Any cock 

Will do,"

T o m o r r o w.