Leaving Eden in a smoky haze
Waiting for my brain to flow
Out of my ears as I rise
Into the skies and back east
To the same mundane affairs
Of a professional trans woman
With a desk job and a 401k
Shared recognition, shared identity
A quantity in short supply at home
Where I blend into the crowd
Rarely seeing, rarely being seen
Not that I am alone at home
But we pass too often as strangers
In the membrane of our bubbles
Drown me in the sisterhood
Of trans women and community
Ease my anxiety with leaves
Burn, inhale, release, rejoice
See how paradise glows in light
Of the eyes of a girl of your kind
Who reflects the light of yours
But I cannot live in Eden,
And even if I could, I wouldn't
I am a creature of habits and needs
Best catered to where I belong
A bigger city and its way of life
With the people I have welcomed in
And they, in turn, welcome me back
I know the sisterhood I desire
Can be found at home, not far away
Six hours by plane in hazy Eden
It's not the same, it never is
But Eden is where you make it
And there is nothing to stop me
From finding what is already there