I do not let my mother read my poems because they are about love. I do not let my mother hear my voice when I am in love. I do not let my mother love me. I do not think my mother loves me. I do not think my mother knows how to love anymore. I do not think my mother gives enough love to my father. I do not think my father would leave the woman he loves. I do not think my father understands the woman he loves. I do not think my father understands that I am not a woman. I do not think my father understands that I love a woman. I do not think my father and the woman I love and my mother understand that there is something else going on when I don’t want to be anybody’s friend, or when I forget the grocery list every time, or when I miss their phone calls even when I am waiting for them.