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Post the Seventy-Sixth or Who Knows Best?

They thought

They had trounced me

Forced me

To relinquish

My secrets

Bent me

To their blood soaked

Will

They thought

That their dun colored

Machinations

Could subdue me

Their corrosive pigments

Reduce me

Their all-too-human desires

Consume me

But I am forever

Dreaming

Of days filled with rainbow

Sunlight

I am forever

Sowing

Acorns of chaos-ridden

Rebellion

I am forever

Threshing

The chaff of stupidity

From the wheat of sagacity

Those children that resist

Exist

In the marrow of my bones

Gathering hidden

In moist dark corners

Growing

When seasons shift

Regimes die

And Mother always

Knows best


Post the Fifty-Sixth or Bound

I’m flying

Hurtling through the air at speeds

That would break even the Fiercest of

Falcons

I used to dream of flying

The freedom, I imagined, would be unlike

Anything else

Free from the destruction

That (wo)man inflicts on herself

Free from the racism, transphobia and misogyny

That so frames my life

And yet

I feel nothing but chained

Bound to a destination not of my

Choosing

Constrained by a system that demands

Letters

After one’s name in order to be

Heard

Fettered by the longing

To be with him

To be pressed up against him

Like pages in a book

To smell the softness of his skin

And feel the tenderness of his gaze

To reach across the bed without looking

And know that he was there

To feel his kindness against my

Bitter wound

A healing balm that

Eases my cynicism

I long for him

Like the moon longs for the sun

A longing that binds us both

through forces governed by

Mother Nature

Herself

Gravity always pulls us into the

Center