. https://rumble.com/embed/vvm2wt/?pub4 . Identity Crisis I used to think my body was all woman, My fruitful womb refused to be dismissed. But now I’m not so sure I’m even human--- I’m not a fully trained biologist. I’m failing at cisgender recognition In times when genitalia count for naught. But I can’t count, I’m not a mathematician--- The thought of naught is apt to leave me fraught. I heard guys came from Mars and gals from Venus. For that I make a grave apology. I do not know my elbow from my penis And didn’t major in astronomy. Don’t ask me what the future holds in store, My crystal balls lie busted on the floor. . . Susan Jarvis Bryant has poetry published on Lighten Up Online, Snakeskin, Light, Sparks of Calliope, and Expansive Poetry Online. She also has poetry published in TRINACRIA, Beth Houston’s Extreme Formal Poems anthology, and in Openings (anthologies of poems by Open University Poets in the UK). Susan is the winner of the 2020 International SCP Poetry Competition, and has been nominated for the 2022 Pushcart Prize.