first recorded sex reassignment surgery in Ancient Greece
Daybreak: sparrows evaporate,
twist and wrench mechanical
into nothing. Ships fall
off every horizon. Lay down
your loom shuttle, Callon—
dissemble alphabet and disrobe
skin no longer yours. Drape
cloak over shoulder-bone, tendril
collar covered in fabric, robes
metallic as sky before
storm. Tell them not that these
were Homer’s clothes, woven
from moon shard and star
spindle, chiffon debris
and black hole. Tell them not
that you can make sun hit
all of Greece like rain-
water, that himation
hides spine trailing
behind, hollow acoustic
bone barely attached
to corpus.