Category: citizen trans* {project}
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I sit down for lunch with a loved oneAnd we exchange pleasantries.And for a moment, I forget who I am,Until the name escapes her lips. “Sapphire” I remind her.“Hm?”“I’m Sapphire.”“And how many more ‘you’s will there be?” She asks. And I know she means well.I tell myself she means well.But I want to lunge over…
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The first celebrity lookalike took screws to palms and soles;he lashed his own back and barbed his own brow;asked Mags to confirm the resemblance and she bowed,fingertips grazing his toes.The first celebrity lookalike believedin the power of his originator, indeed —but 24 hours, and then 48, and feeling the weight of a worried massbear several…
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My government felt very far away. I was shopping for wedding rings. Neighbors called off work. Waiting for the blacked-out-window ambiance to pass. No one was coming for me yet. I kept up with a gratitude journal. Bought more paste to slather on my blemishes. No diamonds— I don’t like to think about the children…
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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,…