Category: citizen trans* {project}
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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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that gap tween pre-op & prophecy spent, herbiding knife comes reaming rendering rending light through-in & deep, her knife imbibing dreamswept sleep sloughed weeper ends how every way she wants it: her, rearranged & I following; futures torn shut / sutured free
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This bulge resists fasciststhrough my boxers, every yawning day has seen us underneath its sky,this world fell, from god’s dripping tonguehere it is a beautiful earth where we dance andour legs have known the same marks My cock is real and hard next to yours, my willhas crawled this hillFrom my hands,I made him, underneath…
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It yearns to be used once moreUntil my arms are soreTo draw the sweet crimson red“I will heal you” it saidThe cuts will soon start to burnYour stomach will definitely churnAs you look at the scars on my armsYour eyes will widen in alarmAs one thing goes wrongThe blades all dance to a songAs they…
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A nonbinary fat kid writing a whole poemabout how cute they areis only a radical act in hell. And here we are.Here I am.Not a tall manNot a thin girl,a shock of pink twirling outfrom the crownto clash with every outfitand make it intentional. Eyes like mood ringsEyes like rivers.Eyes like good intentions.Eyebrows that survived…
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Florida is no longeran American state; it is nowa state of mind, a toxicwasteland wherewhite resentment has— corrodedwhat little remainsof the Everglades contaminatedthe parts of Palm Beachwe can still afford and poisonedthe oranges we onceheld up proudlyto the bright raysof the Sunshine State
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In discussions of climate change mitigations and solutions, there is much talk of returning to a baseline, or restoring an ecosystem to its “natural” or “virgin” state. In answering what exactly this state would look like, there are many fingers pointed towards a pre-Industrial Revolution world as one to restore. As an answer to Anthropogenic…
