Category: citizen trans* {project}
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“It could have been a lot of stuff but it just wasn’t us / The very thought of how you operate, I’m filled up with disgust / I live and die for the cause, nail me to the cross / Take your pity off, maybe listen up (Let go)” –Bladee, “UNDERSTATEMENT” (SPIDERR) Existing as…
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My alarm blares with some song I picked when I was thirteen. I haven’t bothered to change it. I don’t open my eyes because that would mean another day has started. Eventually, and reluctantly, I untangle the mess of sheets and limbs and shut off the music. I scan…
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i don’t write my poems to be political but my body inherits policy when my brain boils over onto superheated sidewalk, or my skin sloughs off into knee-deep seawater, we all know who to blame i remade myself in 2017 chalk-scrawling my new name on the concrete thinking it might be enough and when i…
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in early evening black through which my pre-sleep spliff smoke sexually confuses adolescent lightningflies, as those restless poets ascend from the basement for mealtime, i: wonder what wasps do at night, wonder how long’s it gonna take two ants to scrap this bumblebee’s broken body for parts, i: …
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Cela Xiè 没日 Post-Election Twilight 再 When we came outside, 活 nothing was left of sunset. 四 I had wanted the blood, 年 the insurrection of the clouds. 迁 But above, only egrets. 华 I saw the morgue. Translation: 没日 若忍四年，迁华。 Drowning Sun If I have to live four more…
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The morning after, life went on as normal, yet the air was polluted with apprehension and clouds made of tears choked our lungs like vines. My heart still beat to its little drum, but my mind exploded into chaotic noise instantly drowning out the steadiness and transforming into ear-splitting screeches: “What comes next?” “Will I…
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(after Montana, after Nebraska) “Please stay alive.” Consideration: I have never met you bound together in blood, I reflect you, me, not quite, but kind of– ‘representative’ is a good word for it. Watch a man cry in court, feel loved “Heads up, chins up, we’re survivors” better now than before but I am, have…
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I am human. As are the Jewish, As are the gay, As are your parents And those in dismay. I am human, But you don’t see, That my own human Is still humanity. Do you like us depressed, sad and suicidal? Our mothers, our fathers, our parents and partners? The way things are going today…
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– For Trans Remembrance Day 2023 I am not: Tender / stitched / a parachute / like areole / breath like whips / stalactite, (it is tight, but I don’t cling) / rope, string, or cable / straw or scarecrow / colon / emotional / unholy hole / slippery / raven (I do not screech)…