Category: citizen trans* {project}
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I am very fertile, no doctor has told me Still I am convinced Maybe in plea for loving wrongly And loving it Knowing no erect government will Touch me If I close my legs to that nuclear dream. For who am I to be unsafe under him Sweating From weight of conceivable worry When promise…
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I care about winning / I care about love / I care about fidelity to the cause / of causes / nothing is sacred / meaning you can’t be fooled / consider this / faithful as the taxi cab / as a glimmer in the window / or the teenyness of the world / God…
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I am living inside this poem Splinters of doubts are few holy Sacred and profane Hungry A two-headed creature stalking and floating through the streets outside my house Through canyons of stained glass, blood at our heels Wading across rivers, through forests, over mountains, and deep into valleys Roving through hamlets, villages, and towns Two-headed…
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The apples on my dining table have rotted. Fruit flies buzz around my sink full of dishes and the sickly too sweet skin in my fruit bowl, but I leave the apples and can’t quite remember if I’ve had one bottle of water or two, but fuck it, I’ll drink another diet coke, just to…
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Writing helps when going over options. Careful phrasing crafts discussions. Vernaculating the colloquial dictates how thoughts mull. Privileged poetry (including mine) can be silver spoons force-feeding lies. Taste buds tricked into favoring sides. Dialed-up cruelty laying foundations. Rewiring hearts and minds with sayings. I’m lighting up brainstorming to guide you back in. We’re grim reaping…
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her heart was light as a feather, her love was true as the tide. though you’d call her the devil, did those tears disappear, the ones you cried? you hold the gun to her teeth, because the mirror would just feel too real. what lovely little discordant portraits of sin you paint with brushes made…
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It’s not fair they’ll never see me as a man, Because I want to be the kind of man they’d be proud of. But they’ll never see me as a man. I’ll go on T, And get top surgery, I’ll change my legal name, too. But I guarantee that in their minds I’ll always be…
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After “The Once and Future Witches” by Alix Harrow The Latin for ‘book’ is liber As in: liberty When one takes another’s books They take their liberty A book can be anything But most commonly it is a story And within that story Knowledge And when those stories are whispered From parent to child It’s…
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Running from a life no longer mine, I thought I was running toward myself only to discover two years later, that I aspired to jettison my emotions, too. Boxed, locked, and chained to me, I kicked them off, a thousand fathoms deep… and down in the deep I lost my bearings – only guided by…
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My body is too much body My body spills too much honey melanin Is too much hummingbird and corn stalk Too much snake tongue Too much for a world so little My body is strong body Body is made of coconut tree bones Body is made of wet back Body is made of roasted meat…