"I don’t owe you an explanation. / No one owes anyone their body."

Do you have a soul?
Can you entrust your own desires to it?

Why do you need me
to spell things out for your comfort?

I grew up beneath the same boot as you
only I was lodged in its crevices

and you thought this made me a part of it.
I was never rubber, never pressing,

just womanly flesh all gummed up and full of pavement.
I don’t want to talk about the violence anymore.

I don’t owe you an explanation.
No one owes anyone their body.

When I meet another human being, I ask
What do you give yourself to and why?

I fall in love with people who know we don’t know shit.
Everything I adore about women cannot be spoken

because the words have not yet been invented.
I imagine another life, a possibility of healing, of knowing, of listening.

It could appear the day we stop relying upon the materials of this one.
So ask me whatever you wish—I have no desire to police you.

Just be aware you are sustaining a narrower, uglier world
and what lives between my legs doesn’t matter

since you were never going to see me anyway.

Joshua Jennifer Espinoza is a trans woman poet living in California. Her work has been published in Denver Quarterly, American Poetry Review, Lambda Literary, PEN America, The Offing, and elsewhere. She is the author of two poetry collections: i’m alive / it hurts / i love it (boost house 2014), and THERE SHOULD BE FLOWERS (CCM 2016). Her next collection Outside Of The Body There Is Something Like Hope is due to be released by Big Lucks later this year.