as a side-effect of his medication.
“No Goddamn doctor
will turn me into a woman.”
He flushed the pills.
He’s dead now.
Organ paste
beneath shrunken skin,
eyeballs eaten first,
in a blessed casket
buried in a plot,
and the kept grass grows
all around because breasts
are worse than cancer.
Author Bio:
Kathryn V. Jacopi is an English Department adjunct professor for Fairfield University, which is also where she received her MFA in creating writing. Her writings have appeared in Pudding Magazine, Statorec, Fjord, Manzano Mountain Review, and Drunk Monkeys. When she’s not reading, writing, and lesson planning, Kathryn’s often kayaking or enjoying her husband’s fantastic cooking.