Category: citizen trans* {project}
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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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States are commanding men assigned F at birth to go into women’s restrooms where women will be alarmed because there’s “a guy” in the Ladies Room and they don’t feel safe as states intentionally terrorize women and women are taught to fear rape and murder and know in their battered bones the entitled men who…
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My mom in Nebraska sounds cheerful on the phone, exalting “DOGE”and I feel like she’s brought “get well soon” balloons to an execution.I remind myself she’s not the enemy, she just opened a door for themthankful every day she didn’t go to DC after seeing the fliers on Facebook.I have to believe her, that she…
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A mound of rubble holds no hope, no beautyIt just houses bodiesBodies torn by bullets, fired for throwing rocksBodies blown apart, nothing whole, just piecesBodies burned beyond recognition, flesh and sinew held by threadsMothers and fathers lumber aimlessly, calling out names of children who will never be seen againToddlers holding tight to thin air; crying…
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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…
