Category: citizen trans* {project}
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A 2025 response to “First They Came” by Pastor Martin Niemöller They’ve come for trans-peopleAnd I am scaredBecause I am not cis.They’ve come for immigrantsAnd I am scaredBecause my husband is Brown.They’ve come for womenAnd I am scaredBecause I have a uterus.They’ve come for the poorAnd I am scaredBecause I have no money.When will they…
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You were mis-trans / lated as a gaping ex / hibit, re / named as an in / decent, pre / determined shotgun— it was at the least an unpalatable transcription, not a predilection, not even an excavated truth; something infallible, a wiry gristly timbre. I told you: You were reiterated hauntingly unparallel, caged and…
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November 6 2024 My anxiety is election related and work related, which both cause anxiety about my health + future + safety. I’m not under the illusion that the election would change much in a positive way, it might negate the swiftness of the erosion of our rights but we’ve long been on this path.…
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I held my son’s hand as he fell asleepthe doctor found a murmura day ago. I count his heartbeatswhile we read,one of my cats curls up onthe narrow of my back,like a tiny tiger purring into the stars.& what a time to not be drinkingtequila & elderflower.I curl like a flower on the couchto write…
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To turn man into woman, woman into man— Are thine, Inanna — Enheduanna, Sumerian High Priestess Queen of Heaven, hear the story of my body, a god’s curse, struck by the arrowhead of myth, flying serrated and true—hear me, godhead of all that is taboo. Hear my endless appetite, like Jörmungandr I…
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There’s a poem written in lipstick on the mirror of the women’s restroom, which goes something like this: Golden cascades flow over smooth glistening shoulders, sunlight filters through the torrent to create something no person can make on their own. We can’t make it on our own. Chest hair, bloodied lips, the stubble where I…
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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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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…