I don’t know what to do when I hear it.

It isn’t always harsh, or violent, or loud.

Usually the person says it slow and publicly.

And I just can’t forget it, because they mean it.

I don’t know how to explain what it means.

When I do not exist.

When my people do not exist.

When we are forgotten, we are split.

Our spirits pulled apart from ourselves.

We are torn and you don’t even notice.

I don’t know how to explain what it means.

When we are noticed.

Others.

As the ones too fucking queer to fit in your boxes.

Complicating everything by simply being alive.

Can you help me understand what this is about?

When my self buts up against your reality, you either reshape your world or you reshape me.

I heard it first. 

Then I fell.

I heard it and I listen every day.

And I communicate the best I can. 

when i stretch
do your eyes travel
                             from left hipbone

              to my skilter of ribs lined up

                                     clingingly covered
and rest higher

tracing my shoulders
           eyes sliding
along my hard collar bones

each round terminus a period to the sentence of my arms
                                             reaching up

 
Image Caption: a stylized person was drawn in curving black lines on a light grey background. They stand, wearing pants and a sweater, are expressing a pleasant/neutral/curious mood (in both body language and facial expression), and have one arm raised and bent in front of their chest. Their  head is less realistic in style, and their short hair is pulled back and arranged in loops/waves.

sometimes i feel flat and neutral

Rearranging things...

I'm clearly not consistent about posting, and I am not content with the quality/focus/clarity of my writing here, so I have made a decision to pull down a majority of the content. I hope to have more time and drive to get this thing going again in the next few months.