Category: citizen trans* {project}
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Rotten meat everyday, The roaches infesting me away, What’s the point in being astray? What’s the point in not living correctly everyday? Why is such life a mess? Unlucky, unlucky boy. I am the unlucky boy. The so called “boy” whose name shall not be discussed They sing the same tune in order to have…
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Look thru these deliverance-denied eyes: You are now a child from a land beyond this land. All you need is an altruistic hand. What you get instead is a jail bereft of a bed. Look thru these deliverance-denied eyes: You are now a cis woman who demands autonomy over your chosen decision that never needs…
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It’s been stated “wrong stall” Before he’s steady at my hips Not two steps away From his own Stumble bump’s Yet he can stay steady at my hip’s His hands wafting around my skin I Could’ve just doubled the sink But ya dipped one knee between My leg and paralleled yourself as a spit stained…
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I’ve died like this before Holding my own head subaqueous It doesn’t count if I only think about thinking about it Emotional mise en abyme The thoughts are barely my own I am allergic to my own body
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Don’t trust any others. We trust only Trump. The others are liars, we trust only Trump. Just Trump knows the truth, only Trump knows all secrets. You can be too careful. Yes, your kindness is needless. Beatitudes’ weakness, it’s weakness to care. It’s weakness to give, and it’s weakness to share. You scare us. Don’t…
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today I watched the sunpaint gold and mauve cloudswith rays that pierced a crownthrough the rippled changing sky we are water and matter and patterns, mutable and unmuzzled free to bescattered breadcrumb building blocksthat we can make become ways I am more animal than human: I like to let my body do what it doesuse my…
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Who you are is not the choices you make Who you are is the choices you make ad infinitum I chose to keep breathing when I didn’t want to You are not your mistakes You are your routines, no matter how small The rhythm of your coffeepot and morning cigarette The strangers you avoid eye…
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I’m scared (but less than last time, right?)I’m angry (but less than last time, right?)I’m hopeless (but less than last time, right?) What grows in the space betweenNumbness and optimism? Does a future take rootIn the stone of my despair?
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My friend was right. The old guy at the counterwas almost right. But I don’t care aboutthe price of eggs. I live so close I leave topee in my apartment. Who buys eggs? Ihave enough of my own in storage. I bakecinnamon rolls with eggs. Put one in awaffle. But water—I drink it, excrete it,need…
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FIRST BLOODY SHOT IN AGES. EVERYTWO WEEKS I STICK A NEEDLEIN MY LEG AND HOPE I DON’TFEEL IT. TODAY I STICKIT IN HALFWAY AND FEELAN INTERNAL TWITCH. I THINKABOUT CHICKENING OUT ANDPUSHING THE PLUNGER, HALF IN.I THINK ABOUT THE KIDS. ITHINK ABOUT THE KID I USEDTO BE. I STICK THE FUCKING NEEDLEALL THE WAY IN…