‘In the future, my gender’ by Hannah Rego

Hannah Cohen

my gender is the laugh
at whoever brought flowers

I love poems that never truly stop, and with Hannah Rego’s poem, you immediately get absorbed into this exploration of gender as being alive outside the self. Here, the “I” / ”my” and “gender” are separate and also the “laser tag token” exchanged in a game. ‘In the future, my gender’ is thoughtful and tender in its confessions (“we’re all in the petri dish / & you apologize once”), while carrying a second narrative of actions done in a physical body such as stomping, hugging, and entering places. Rego has written a poem that reminds me that people are constantly growing and (hopefully) becoming more understanding in this world—“because we’re the same” after all.