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  • my miracle now by Anita Jeffries
    #s:poetry #s:queer #s:trans #t:poem | swallow the hormone pills whole. almost-child is gasping, desperate for first breath. i told dad i’m queer. he said he really wanted grandchildren. once, i really wanted a father.
    1 year ago | View Shared by zeiat
  • What Resembles The Grave But Isn't by Anne Boyer
    #s:poetry | sometimes the willful-falling into a hole which is not the grave because it is easier than not falling into a hole really, but then once in it, realizing it is not the grave, getting out of the hole eventually; sometimes falling into a hole and languishing there for days, weeks, months, years, because while not the grave very difficult, still, to climb out of and you know after this hole there’s just another and another; sometimes surveying the landscape of holes and wishing for a high quality final hole; sometimes thinking of who has fallen into holes which are not graves but might be better if they were;
    4 years ago | View Shared by zeiat

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