After the first shower
I looked at myself in the mirror
visiting topography suddenly altered
No nipples, only skin
with the scars as winding rivers
expanse over my rounded tummy

And I felt a prescence beside me, within me
a child, the child that was me
before puberty, before everything
I felt them, they who once was she
Wrongly, incorrect, wrong name on a map

And finally we agreed, and we continue forward
Our hands interlinked
Our heartbeats are our steps
On the expansive map
Of my body