she’s so masc, she
recently told me she might start using a moisturiser more often
after years of washing her face in the shower
with cetaphil, and yet
her skin is perfect, soft
and she’s so masc, she
doesn’t change her sheets more often than once a month
one time washing her duvet in the bath tub
flooding the garage
unlike me, the paragon of domesticity
my mother raised me to be
she’s so masc, she
wears beige trousers and yet
makes them look handsome, dapper
unlike my thick thighs, too broad for anything but
niche brand, femme marketed, hip straining
but when we hold each other
and we don’t have to make no homo jokes
because we’re secure enough in ourselves to know our friendship is
expansive, untethered
we’re
so
masc
Featured image by Erin Ramsay as @supervisual.png on Instagram.
