When I Retire
When my old friends visit, /
we will have nothing to talk about.
JAKE
Before You Know It
The leaves fall like some personal ‘fuck you’ from the cosmos.
MY REFLECTION HAS BEEN TRICKY LATELY
(After X by Davey Davis)
CW: anti-trans violence, suicide, disordered eating, and medical cissexism
POEM IN WHICH I READ TRANS
CW: anti-trans violence
The Big Stink
the city /
smells like /
meat going bad
Billy
his name /
was Billy –
So What Is It That You Do?
“I clean up.”