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?