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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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…
