thick
womanhood goes in thick the syringe of estrogen taking minutes to empty as i push my thumb hard into the ribbed dispenser and watch...
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beach ball drowned
jealousy is a beach ball drowned by sunscreened arms in a concrete pool it shoots out of the water of your belly with thunderous...
love
you don't realize your breathing's been strained until it is clear again how not in love you really were until you're really in love good...
abuela
your memory is stained with decaf and the crinkles of Sweet'N Low packets spirited away into the bottom of your purse from queens...
drash for trans halaxa project
written for Svara's Trans Halaxa Project Sukkot, 5783 ~~~ Hag Sameache veryone, and a git yor. I hope all your etrogs smell wonderful...
there is no poetry in heaven
poetry is time wrung through presence which means there is no poetry in heaven because there is no time in heaven and poetry is what time...
praise god
written for chochmat halev, berkeley, shabbes, tammuz/july 5782 Praise God When there is nothing left to do, praise god Praise God for...
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My life is one big lie. Im not a girl and everyone has to pretend with me I try to get girls who lie about not being girls, and boys who...
visions
i can't draw - one of those unceasing shames to someone with vision - impotent fingertips unhinged from frayed string hanging off my...
origami undone
i like trees whose branches bend toward the earth trees that sweep up width and breadth before height or stature who suspend themselves...
maybe it was never meant to discern
the horizon blurs out here where there's only ocean for the sky to meet here one can see the firmament reprise its original role to...
lessons of sand
stone becomes cushion enough to walk on through the alchemy of water and time a beach is just tangible testament that ocean can transform...
T4T
Approaching the body through metaphor every trans person is a poet I lick that forest between your thighs hold that hungry, compact cock...
Beautiful II
I look best in the dim light Face angles softened in waning contrast Hair only seen where it should be My body's silhouette, believable...
Beautiful I
I look best in the dim light Face angles softened in waning contrast Hair only seen where it should be My body's silhouette, believable...
a poem about being afraid to die
i'm so afraid of being alone with myself, with my thoughts with the pulsingly active wound that is the knowledge that i will eventually...
smoking
i dress in red sometimes too my bod hot gorgerous smoking so I understand the sun, when she wraps herself in the sultry veneer of the...
not a synonym
i surrender like a tree-branch bent earthward by gravity i surrender like a canopy thrust sun-ward by its thirst i surrender like an old...
you
I i've been called many names but none quite so sweet as "you" coming from you II i want to be the you after your i love i want to nestle...
hazel eyes: a breathless study
green scales up the mountainside of your iris in soft brush with small leaves and thicket-branches a thousand little brambles and bushes...
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