The latest in a biweekly poetry series curated by Hanif Abdurraqib

Is this what it feels like
to shed a body and not look
back? I am all fissure and quick
steam rising and rising and
I wonder when I started
un-becoming the woman I am
not. Maybe it is more true
to say I am becoming
the un-woman I've
always avoided in the fog
clinging to my dirty
mirror. Quiet and easy
to wipe away.