Being Her
estrogen was enough to feminise my flow I practiced years of meditation with a mind full of testosterone watching the chatter— a second self interjecting estrogen has made that self silent leaving just me when I close my eyes the colorless dark patterns stay fixed in place no longer swirling
Nightmind
as I'm getting somewhere shoes bouncing off the pavement how many living things have I ended? ⋱ noticing my flower crop top referring to me as a man as she works on my teeth ⋱ calling yourself a woman is hurting your family the court-appointed evaluator proclaims
Love Unwoven
my mom was preeminently impregnated by the patriarchy Heavenly Father made you a boy—she says tears falling voice whimpering she would rather hold this image in her heart than her own daughter
Being Her
I was attacked by words today each one a tiny little demon clawing into my body finding the back of my neck micro fingers reaching grabbing at my nervous system pulling twisting disconnecting me I'm not even alive animated—yes yet dust has more identity somehow the wind
Love Unwoven
I told my mom about my upcoming surgery vulvoplasty she was disappointed today she told me about her upcoming surgery pacemaker replacement both surgeries are reparative life giving so why does mine lead me to hell and hers to heaven?
Sanctified Dust
men don't want to be women women don't want to be men they don't want to be either transgender corrects only the assigning mistake when we understand this no one will be transgender
Sanctified Dust
patriarchal power is not at the center of the universe it surrounds it a giant fish mouth feeding upon the swimming persisting on the fresh supply of warm blooded plankton grown in the uterus it makes ignorance holy else it dies
Nightmind
the space between us nothing the space between stars nothing beyond the furthest light nothing nothing contains us
Love Unwoven
my head at the chest of a woman every peaceful life experience emanating from her body a cherry tree in full blossom a mountain spring emerging from the cracked womb of a shaded rock snow descending at midnight in the yellow glow of main street she is darkly deep
Love Unwoven
upon my arrival our little boy said with joy you came back our time together is at the lawful minimum but love does not have fences so our time together is like a story book without an ending our destination today is the park but we will not make it
Sanctified Dust
the man with the sword assigned to cut the baby court appointed "you are not mama pick a name like pinecone" "I'll not use pronouns I'll only use first names" followed by "he needs to be supervised" a sexualized punchline
Love Unwoven
Mother's Day is coming none of my children will call none will visit Father's Day is coming none of my children will call none will visit what is it like for them for me to be living but dead?