Category: citizen trans* {project}
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For a month I avoided my fatherhe called I called he called he calledhe called I called he called he calledhe called I called I called he called as we shouted at each otherinto the cave from the walk homefrom the takeout line from workduring lunch break from joyridingin the car from 2:00 PM when workwas…
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it’s easier if i disclose what i am up front, easiest if you do the work for both of us to decide for yourself. transparency isn’t key, but wants to. i can shift this blood around to give a moreconvincing presentation. tada. muscle like it’s a dying trophy, bonfire of carbs, & it’s the year…
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on political talk shows,in congressional bills,they try to regulate where we can piss,what kind of medical assistance we are allowed to receive, they silence our stories,hoping we will disappear. But we’ve been here since existence, since they started trying to put people in boxes. We’ve been dancing on the edge of boxeswaltzing outside the walls, pirouetting through more spacethan we were allowed,and we’re…
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We do not sleep. She keeps up with the polls;I smoke until I’m on the couch. She lets me pretend until 1am,when the votes seem sure,then we begin our planning. Where we’d go.What we’d take.Who’d we be leaving behind. She makes the coffee, I feedthe feral cats outside.I apologize to them,like they’d understandif we suddenly left,suddenly disrupted theirlittle lives. One…
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(Based on The Star-Spangled Banner by Francis Scott Key) Oh how do you feel, by the harsh light of day,Do you long for your pride from the shadows of childhood?All the bunting and glitz in the freedom displayWas exciting and bright and a bastion for all goodAnd the fireworks went boom, and the sparklers went…
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asks a buzzfeed quiz, but sometimes the more accurate questionis whether i could pass a turing test aftercramming and thus starting to feel less alive. can statistics have genders?asks the inner voice that has already resigned himselfto being a fundraising item for a nonprofit, a black-and-whitephoto adorning a copied and pasteddecidedly uninspirational email. can i watch…
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Maybe that caged bird Maya Angelou wrote of,Maybe there’s another cage, another birdA whole aviary of cages, chained upBy dirty words, spat from the bowels of hatredItself.There’s a good half of every person aliveLooking at those cages in adoration“Look what we’ve done to our beautiful nation, we…We’re just making it great again.”It’s like the hand…
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The morning I found outWas the same week I was to celebrateA whole year on testosteroneOnly to be filled with doubtWho will decide my fate?If only I would have known Maybe I would have made a changeA move to another stateI keep having to rearrangeI’m starting to dissociate Will I be able to have this care?What will…
