Category: citizen trans* {project}
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The US is a joke, a cruel and unfunny joke from a bully. It relies on old timey racist tropes that are more played out than the Apprentice as the becoming president or the Fear Factor guy being treated like a person deserving of our attention. This colonial projects as structurally and longevity of a…
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When I came out as fresh as a fawn and as juicy as a lamb I want you to know I already had the scars on my chest. I was born like this, with a body that would be preyed upon like so many before me and so many after. I knew from the second…
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Fighting fascism does not evoke in me anything resembling joy. Any resistance implies a need for resistance, which implies the existence of oppression, and the only thing in the world which cannot bring about happiness, is oppression. I do not fight, nor do I wish to fight with greater desperation, because of the joyous fruits…
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and what a beautiful name too.you were there when I was born,with egg shells sprinkled around my eyes.you flew me there, dark but still polished.when do you sleep? when do I wake?i remember it,the burning device on my hand, red eyes and sore arms.we’ve now been able to sleep with our eyes closed.we put our…
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he’s keeping his arms out, yardsticks to the sarcophagushazardly contains its lethal blast radius,dripping astringent violet nucleotidesfrom a sting incommensurate with his ability to live. his behavior is repulsive:under the elephant’s foot on his floating ribshe’s chained the little boy who foolishly needs his mother—the boy imagines (or could it be) mommy peers into his…
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If I had claws I would use them to carve woundslike red open mouths on my chestWhere my talon sliced two graceful arcsAnd I pulled away what I do not want. This is cliche.My professor told me so when I tried to write this poem years ago.Every tranny fag wants to rip themselves apart. I…
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i vomit up butterflies every time i hear the wordsthey flutter gently on my tongueand then dry between my teethand crumple into a gravei spit out the wingsbut the crawling sensation lingers and yetthey remain unseen.sheshesheshesheshe shakes in the spotlightsand they singe into her skinsheshesheshe wraps her breasts tight within a chrysalisand she ties back…
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Three children shot at school in Denver around noon. Before we elect to care, Charlie’s bleeding out his neck, dead. News comes in: 200 yards, a hunting rifle, an outdoor event. Tune in to folks I don’t trust, but tolerate, saying “Violence has no place in our Democracy.” They mean the political kind, not the…
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Lord, Please don’t stand off to the sideWhile someone aims for my head and firesBefore I remember that I have legs. Do not turn meInto another lump of coalTo fuel the war machines of either faction. Do not reduce me to the sparkIn a soldier’s eye as they gut the enemyWith a blade as sharp…
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after i met Godi remembered a warningi left the wrong throat behind God created an erasure poemhis absence was noted as a deprivationthere weremaggots in the communion wafersnow i recognize it as leftover cartilage each prayera barrel lodged in my windpipe with such smugness they saythe bible corners you knife to throati might burst into…