He drove across the country in a pandemic.
In search of a new home, a new life.
“Trans on the run” he said.
What was he running from? I wondered and I watched.

He found himself in Florida.
No money, no family, no friends.
Delivering for Instacart to make ends meet.
His car broke down.

He called for help.
A desperate cry.
Just $800.
That’s all he needed.
He got it.

He made it through this time.
What about next time?
Trans on the run.

Please stop running Ollie, please stop running.