A poem about name changes, misgendering, and trauma. Also it's a personal poem so I mention weed of course. Think this poem feels very "Me" right now :3¢ (<- cat passing you a joint)
Visibility is a difficult thing to negotiate when one is gender non-conforming, so here is a poem taking a crack at explaining why what looks back at me in a mirror matters so much to me.
Unnatural, they called it, the love they have for me.
No. Unnatural was the devil’s shoal, that freezing beach at Normandy, where I was shot dead for him to see.
tiny things make me think of you. however, you still don't pick up on that
A poem about name changes, misgendering, and trauma. Also it's a personal poem so I mention weed of course. Think this poem feels very "Me" right now :3¢ (<- cat passing you a joint)
Visibility is a difficult thing to negotiate when one is gender non-conforming, so here is a poem taking a crack at explaining why what looks back at me in a mirror matters so much to me.
Unnatural, they called it, the love they have for me.
No. Unnatural was the devil’s shoal, that freezing beach at Normandy, where I was shot dead for him to see.
tiny things make me think of you. however, you still don't pick up on that