Should I explode like a transformer, transduce spine into transmission lines, humblebrag transgressions done against this transient home? Should I transfigure into Voltes V, translocate limbs into transhuman shapes mess with my gene’s transcription, transmute each organic molecule into transistors, translate violence into trances? Should I transfuse gender into my veins, transplant trafficked organs, show my solutions: transposition of derived formulas? Should I perform an audit of transactions, ORs of all I’ve transported with these knees and joints through life’s transits? Should I transcend before you into rapture, tear out what transfixes you— become translucent, or let light in completely, transparent?