Category: citizen trans* {project}
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At 2pm and 2am. Sleep,I remember you. Please, wait for me.I send out 7 reminders to eat a day.Like little paper lifeboats.It’s nothing. And it keeps me afloat. I forget to eat too.I need company for my shot. .3ml of Estradiol over facetime.I tell my friend I’m being a baby about it, she says woman…
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An athlete sits on the sidelines,Retired from the game they love,That they could have dominated. It is not because of talent,The lack thereof would explain things;Nor is that due to injury,For it is recoverable. Rather, the athlete is removedBecause of one thing: politics,People of authority rolesBeing totalitariansIn deciding just who belongs,And who suffers for a…
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The day after, my mom asked to call me on the phone to check if I was alright. My dad texted to reassure me that checks and balances were in place, that this isn’t the end of things. When I visited a friend in Kansas, he was shocked to learn that I hadn’t gotten my…
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Let us not be scaredof men who make our sockswrinkle,Let us not be scaredof wild fauna that sparkenvy in the field of fire- flies, swarming around a whiteman / sion, scion eon scissorscutting the damaged packaged open to find a potential powder or SPARKor letter denouncing the end of an era,where men make the decision…
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Outside my window, snow swirlsin torrents of thick, bulbous flakes,as if the world were a glass globeshaking in the fist of a petulant god. Somewhere, federal agentskick in a door, children screaming,parents weeping, corralled intounmarked vans to be disappeared. Somewhere, a slick-suited manwhose primary qualifications consistof wealth and willingness to kiss the ringseethes and oozes…
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Boy wakes up in the womb againwith skinned knees, chained to embryo,burning in the gas of a star for nine more months.Boy is born into a thunderstormand when he breathes he swallows smoke and shame.He writes of God and love and thinksthat must mean something.Boy is surrounded by the universebut is too scared to open…
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What she wants to say will put her on a list at best and get her visited by fascists at worst, so Maxine keeps her head down, makes preparations she never should’ve had to make, thinks about all the ways in which a country can come undone on the macro level while on the micro,…
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The puritanical grumblingsof conservative mouthpieces parrotingsadistic philosophies from theirsituationship with Jesusare keeping me awake at night.I am tiredof bland recitations of hallelujahin response to hate speech.I wake up to sirensafter midnight. Election season is upon us,drowning out the meditative serenity of fall.My anxiety is chronic, I know,but no hypothetical economy is a fair tradefor human…
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Since I was born, I have always seemed to be denied access. Denied early from the mother’s womb, born in a hurry to live, only to be kept in a box, away from love’s first touch. Years have passed and that box that first separated us, is still there, invisible but just as constricting. The…
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My amygdala is fried–I feel no fear Maybe I should Stress over whereI will piss safelyOr the number of pillsIn my little orange bottles,Which are few but fillMy cabinet so clutteredStill empty…I can’t find itI can’t summon the cortisolBut it’s swimming thereSomewhere deep Maybe I’m drowning. I’ve beenHabituated to the lickOf salty water welling in…