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Charles Rammelkamp

News to Me


I looked blankly at my wife,

as if she were speaking a foreign language

I did not understand,

when she asked,

“Did you notice Dot’s breasts

have started to poke out her t-shirt?”


“Ted and Tracy’s daughter, Dot,”

Emma explained, as if to the village idiot,

seeing my look of incomprehension,

some neighbors down the street.

“Their trans kid who used to be called David.”


“Ted and Tracy have kids?”

Who knew? 

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