a wretched body becomes comfortable turmoil
from within a forsaken shell
The forest won’t judge flesh
blood and bone
a family of limbs
I have this dream of dying in complete silence, and when the neighbors call to complain about the smell a few days later (and the firemen kick the door in), they’ll find my mother sitting calmly at the dining room table, knife in hand around a halo of sunburnt faces cutting branches from the family tree
A poem recounting a personal experience with queerness and trauma and coming to terms with it.
A poem about unrequited feelings and the occasional resurfacing of memories that come with it.
There’s a lot of wondering and a lot of waiting. I understand what you might be feeling. I know that you’re biting your tongue, and always waiting till you make them uncomfortable.
Give me something to leave behind
A sour candy kiss in the theater
Worse things have made me lose my mind.
A poem about the way our institutions and some people fail to protect young trans people and profit off their deaths in different ways, while the people who loved them are left to deal with the actual grief.