“I’ve turned all my sorrow into glass
It don’t leave no shadow”
—Robyn, “Missing U”
A boy is driving me home from a poetry reading. I have a crush on him. We’ve been talking and hanging out for five months now, gradually learning each other’s lives and sharing small moments of softness. My sexual reassignment surgery happened three months ago and I can feel the ache between my legs as my body heals. I keep shifting positions in the front seat of his...