I met a girl the other day
at my favourite second-hand film shop, or a boy,
or none of the above. I simply couldn’t tell.
I was baffled, confused, and fascinated.
They look like they’re twenty-ish,
but facial and body features, voice pitch,
unisex clothing style, and hair colour—half blue,
half green—wouldn’t point at any of the two genders
I grew up knowing, although I lean more towards the feminine side.

I know it’s none of my business
and that the world is no longer binary
(it never was; we just swept what we didn’t want
to acknowledge under the rug),
but I can’t stop thinking about them.
It’s like meeting an exotic beauty for the first time
when you can’t take your eyes off her,
even knowing that you look at least idiotic
and maybe even creepy.

If I were half my age, it would probably be a good reason
to ask them out on a date, but in my situation,
I can only marvel at how incredibly beautiful and diverse the world is
and that I am still capable of being surprised by this fact.