Category: citizen trans* {project}
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this body unrecognizable hands feel the familiar itch of crabgrass 3 layers deep the lungs remember sediment so meticulous woven into each gust and breath I cannot seem to recognize the face bred for beauty with hair butchered by familial fabric shears yet through the warped inconsistent tangible alteration these eyes remain the same craving…
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The smoky midwest sky falls apart mid morning. You’re trying to fill your lungs with clouds. The second time in two days you force a twenty minute drive across a foreign town to medicate- Is Illinois considered the Midwest? This edible has gone to your head. A radio man chimes in, rants about the death…
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And just like that, I am Gregor Samsa waking up in the body of a bug. I am fourteen again, all big eyes and spindly legs and the ability to march in a line with the weight of the world on my shelled back. And just like that, I am Felix Hoenikker, too smart to…
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i never used to keep a loaded gun next to my bed, under my nightstand. i never had a gun to begin with, until this administration. i bought the gun from my friend jim, who is a christian fundamentalist and also a tRump supporter. I agree, it is strange that we are friends, to begin…
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The pit of stomach downwardness was a daily ritual. Sense and sense alone were all, spare the few grilled chicken wraps and smoothies. It was the one-month anniversary of silence—my doing. Not cast aside, but a noiseless retreat, staring down a threshold of pain that could no longer be smiled through, shopped through, hungover through.…
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the morning after the election i go to work and pretend like nothing happened. i try to block out the fact that they are trying to discard trans kids, bunny ear my shoelaces, beg customers to rack up their bills so i can pay mine. they will control me, make me their bitch, tell me…
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“I hate both candidates.” “The Two-Party system is broken.” “The lesser of two evils.” “It doesn’t matter anyway, it’s all rigged.” “Life begins at conception.” “Your body. My choice. Forever.” “I won’t let my child play with men.” “Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve.” “Transgenders are sinners.” “Why should they have rights?” “I just…
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When antagonists overwhelm our TVs and trains, And the CVS stops stocking estrogen and SSRIs, We promised that we would flee to Omaha. Tasting the milkweed along the roads, Kissing the magnolias and lilies, But cursing the roses, bison and eagles, We promised that we would meet in Omaha. When the National Guard smirks at…
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A week af er rump is elec ed, I s ar on es os erone. I go o an endocrinology appoin men and he doc or ells me o correc him if he misgenders me hen asks why I hink I need o go on es os erone. He asks me if my family has…
