The Woman of
Water Dreams
Ryka Aoki
Background
Transgender Day of Remembrance
With another November,
the names of trans people
change color and fall.
Mispronounced, sainted,
ceded to anonymous candles,
anonymous flame.
Someone will pledge money.
Someone will start singing.
Some inspired someone will say,
“I think all hatred is bad!
Why can’t life just be good
for everyone?”
Past each favorite cousin,
each favorite movie,
each crisp new résumé…
Past each broken heel
fall wax and remembrance
just for a moment
still warm to the touch.
“She was fierce.”
“An angel on earth.”
“Enchanting.”
I smell carne asada,
hear the #4 bus.
The hole in my heart murmurs yes,
yes, yes…
Stunted fathers. Neglected boys.
Cocktails of hormones,
in stressed-altered wombs.
Healing the village,
speaking with the dead.
Dancing to the heavens
for fortune and rain.
Blessed goddesses, prophets,
mermaids in rainbow
flags and almost-
tenure-track in the new
Queer Studies Department.
Teeth kicked out, jawbones foot-
stomped into sidewalks.
False lashes and fables
entrance another’s ever after.
Lace and illusion entangle the bedpost,
as I rattle my vanity
for foundation, concealer,
the face to a mispronounced name.
names That fall like leaves
“
With another November,
the names of trans people
change color and fall.
Visibility in candlelight
“
Mispronounced, sainted,
ceded to anonymous candles,
anonymous flame.
Someone will pledge money.
Someone will start singing.
Some inspired someone will say,
“I think all hatred is bad!
Why can’t life just be good
for everyone?”
memories dripping like wax
“
Past each favorite cousin,
each favorite movie,
each crisp new résumé…
Past each broken heel
fall wax and remembrance
just for a moment
still warm to the touch.
Reality Duality
“
Blessed goddesses, prophets,
mermaids in rainbow
flags and almost-
tenure-track in the new
Queer Studies Department.
Teeth kicked out, jawbones foot-
stomped into sidewalks.
Allusion to illusion
“
False lashes and fables
entrance another’s ever after.
Lace and illusion entangle the bedpost,
as I rattle my vanity
for foundation, concealer,
the face to a mispronounced name.
Overall
“
Works Cited
Aoki, Ryka. Why Dust Shall Never Settle Upon This Soul. Biyuti Publishing, 2015.
Transgender Day of Remembrance, Human Rights Campaign, �https://web.archive.org/web/20131126173312/http://www.hrc.org/campaigns/transgender-day-remembrance.