Full Body Scan

I am not man enough for your machinery

too sissy to stomach a pat down

too emotional for a confrontation

too weak to snarl back at the bomb dog

an anomaly of flesh and fury

flagged in your state-sanctioned surveillance

alarms wailing as they scan my body

another bent cog in the binary

Gibson rolling in their grave shouting “pink or blue”

this apparatus built by human hands

cannot classify me

cannot hold me

cannot humanize me

somebody better warn them

my dick is a national security threat

my dick might take down this entire airplane

my dick has gotten me thrown in the back of a police car

my dick is being profiled by the FBI as we speak

my dick calls out to me from my suitcase

reminding me of

that missing strut in my step

that ache in my loin

that soothing pressure rubbing against my belt buckle

anointed by my lover’s spit

blood and cum and DNA weaved into plastic

we are one in the same

when we are reunited

in the women’s bathroom

I decide

they will have to strip search me

torture me

rip me limb from limb

severing skin and silicone

they will have to fucking kill me

to take him away again