Category: citizen trans* {project}
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in early evening black through which my pre-sleep spliff smoke sexually confuses adolescent lightningflies, as those restless poets ascend from the basement for mealtime, i: wonder what wasps do at night, wonder how long’s it gonna take two ants to scrap this bumblebee’s broken body for parts, i: …
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Cela Xiè 没日 Post-Election Twilight 再 When we came outside, 活 nothing was left of sunset. 四 I had wanted the blood, 年 the insurrection of the clouds. 迁 But above, only egrets. 华 I saw the morgue. Translation: 没日 若忍四年，迁华。 Drowning Sun If I have to live four more…
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The morning after, life went on as normal, yet the air was polluted with apprehension and clouds made of tears choked our lungs like vines. My heart still beat to its little drum, but my mind exploded into chaotic noise instantly drowning out the steadiness and transforming into ear-splitting screeches: “What comes next?” “Will I…
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(after Montana, after Nebraska) “Please stay alive.” Consideration: I have never met you bound together in blood, I reflect you, me, not quite, but kind of– ‘representative’ is a good word for it. Watch a man cry in court, feel loved “Heads up, chins up, we’re survivors” better now than before but I am, have…
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I am human. As are the Jewish, As are the gay, As are your parents And those in dismay. I am human, But you don’t see, That my own human Is still humanity. Do you like us depressed, sad and suicidal? Our mothers, our fathers, our parents and partners? The way things are going today…
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say we’re going to win say it loudly and often take a deep breath first when you say it say we’re going to win when it feels false say we’re going to win when it feels ridiculous say we’re going to win don’t say hope don’t say faith say we’re going to win for “the…
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History will remember, It always does, You can’t wash us away, Our lives are stained in, Permanent ink, Our blood never washes out, No matter how hard you scrub, You could never destroy, Every page we’ve hidden in our attics, And under our beds, Could never mend the scars, We so proudly wear, Could never…
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Broken blistered feet running across melting pavement Leaning toward an escape only a hair width away. Make your teeth a guillotine for their mocking fingers Paint your unfortunate face crimson with their shock. Tie the broken shell of the world with a victim’s sinew Clench shattered glass to indulge your mind to remember what’s been…
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Here’s the secret: you can’t, they can smell you like rotten eggs, like spoiled milk, the stuff you don’t want coming from the things that shouldn’t be there, and you see, that’s where the problem lies, in your want of absence, because it means that you cannot take away to hide your vulnerabilities, your shiny…
