Category: citizen trans* {project}
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I shouldn’t yearn to hold a knife, Slice it against my palm, my wrist. It’s blade, holds in it’s balance, my life. But oh God is it getting hard to resist. I have flesh and bones and skin, They don’t show others me though. My skin, that’s not mine, for it I’ll sin. In my…
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With a bustling city of thoughts, I can never be left quite alone. On a tragic day where I realize; I am not myself, A man in the rear view mirror, the traffic is slow. One I cannot reach— I wonder about his name, …
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It’s been stated “wrong stall” Before he’s steady at my hips Not two steps away From his own Stumble bump’s Yet he can stay steady at my hip’s His hands wafting around my skin I Could’ve just doubled the sink But ya dipped one knee between My leg and paralleled yourself as a spit stained…
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Queer, I untethermy father swindles sorrowmom sorrows mirrorsBible-belt state, weep.Your children die under foot:martyrs for plains’ droughtpoem : queer bodyLines usurp skin, walk freely,roll the stone away Pulse should be bloodbeat—laughter metronome heart odeUnbullet my sibs!Why does every Queerbaptism end with rooftop kiss?Anoint us alive!let my poems beunburden; occult birdsongs:genderfuck too-reegod said queer thee earthlet…
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I’m shaving outside with a noisy electric razor and the parking lot asphalt is cold beneath my feet, dark and expansive. the cusp of winter, the still of a bird, crouched before flight – at this hour, the only sound is the humming of my razor. Arkansas holds me by the heels – Someone, a…
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I’ve died like this before Holding my own head subaqueous It doesn’t count if I only think about thinking about it Emotional mise en abyme The thoughts are barely my own I am allergic to my own body
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After Allen Ginsberg America seven dollars and twentyfive cents January 24, 2025. I can’t stand to look at my timeline anymore. America when will you realize the harm you’ve done? Go fuck yourself with your pride. I’m tired, let me rest I can’t write until I’m well rested. American when will you be peaceful? When…
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yet she/they/he can only appear femme or masc, not neither or both. He/she can only use male or female pronouns, as written in the code, not neither or both. In this digital realm, Eorzea, every binary trans person’s dream gender-swap fantasy is reality: a Fantasia elixir exists to endow the transfeminine with bulbous breasts and…
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Don’t trust any others. We trust only Trump. The others are liars, we trust only Trump. Just Trump knows the truth, only Trump knows all secrets. You can be too careful. Yes, your kindness is needless. Beatitudes’ weakness, it’s weakness to care. It’s weakness to give, and it’s weakness to share. You scare us. Don’t…
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today I watched the sunpaint gold and mauve cloudswith rays that pierced a crownthrough the rippled changing sky we are water and matter and patterns, mutable and unmuzzled free to bescattered breadcrumb building blocksthat we can make become ways I am more animal than human: I like to let my body do what it doesuse my…