pronouns (another poem! sorry not sorry.)

yeah, so apparently i now write poetry that’s sorta relevant to trans*/queer stuff. i’m sure it’ll pass, my lovelies. so don’t, like, unfollow me cuz of the poetry. i’ll stop soon. promise.

also, wordpress doesn’t understand how fucking vital it is that i be able to type reallyreally long lines, so some of my lines are chopped up. the indented lines aren’t actually supposed to be new lines; wordpress just cut them off from the lines above.

read aloud.

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pronouns

but really, you beg, are you a she or a he? and i
snarl are you a cat or a fucking fork? pick one! but really i
wanna talk about why it’s too rough for you to call me they is it
          hard against the heat
of your soft, inside cheek like teeth on your mouthmeat your hot
          tongue the bloodbright bits
you fold around spaces becoming words, beaten til you can’t speak
          for the scraped
mounds of your spoken flesh?
cuz that’s how it is, asshole, when you argue he or she never they. i pay
with the sweetest meat of my mouth, biting and bitten.