I went too far for people who promised to love me in exchange for not loving girls.
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.
A small poem, about giving away what’s left of your heart
The bells on the necks of the lambs rang out, calling towards the shepherd as they ran home.
A poem written for my gorgeous moon, who continues to make my days better.
If I was less scared you’d know how much I care about you...
A lover consoles his jealous boyfriend. This is some bisexual foolishness. You've been warned.
What is light? Particle improvisation. The Giant Taro lit from a sunbeam has leaves as if carved from stained-glass.
shallow breaths
contained in
the musty air of
the unused stairwell
I went too far for people who promised to love me in exchange for not loving girls.
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.
A small poem, about giving away what’s left of your heart
The bells on the necks of the lambs rang out, calling towards the shepherd as they ran home.
A poem written for my gorgeous moon, who continues to make my days better.
If I was less scared you’d know how much I care about you...
A lover consoles his jealous boyfriend. This is some bisexual foolishness. You've been warned.
What is light? Particle improvisation. The Giant Taro lit from a sunbeam has leaves as if carved from stained-glass.
shallow breaths
contained in
the musty air of
the unused stairwell