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.
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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.