S/He/It
SHeIt
Sheit
****
It happens.

When I was young
I would spend hours
Braiding and undoing
My thick golden hair
Now that I’ve grown
I pull strands of sunlight
Out of the sky
To braid the golden strings
Into a crown
And claim my rightful place
After all, I wasn’t named Leia for nothing
-waiting to be recognized as a general instead of a princess

gazing in rapture, I am forever
caught between the frequencies;
one of dissolution,
one of incoherence,
strung across a common dissonance.

detached, I drip through
conflicting perceptions,
eternally bound in amber,
I am desensitized;
once by anesthetics,
infinitely by static,
endlessly apologetic.

pull off every scale
put each on your tongue
let it dissolve with
the hate on
your lips.

once when I was
less than your fingers
a snake got closer
than your hands.
my mother raised a stick
higher than your chest
and I looked away until
the snake's eyes didn't
look like yours anymore.

twist every rib
around your spineless finger
let it come undone with
the whispers on
your tongue.

I'll look away until
I don't know
your eyes
anymore.