I wear my queer in my hips
Hops and slips out of my lips Through my teeth and past my brain Guided by my tongue's tip Between my ears and with my fears Hopes dreams The like I've been called stingy A fake gay But God is on my side. Not that its any of Their business either. They manifested my body, But my mind manifests my queer. I haven't asked Their pronouns And they haven't either, Then what right do you have?
What lies beneath
my pillowy curves, chapstick, strong thighs hairiness and oceanic longing I occupy the shadow realm an androgynous angel contained in a hyper-feminized body wave surfing and casting spells with seashells I enjoy rough-housing and buttery tenderness holding hands and throwing fists making sand castles and climbing pointy rocks when I sip from my thermos of hot pu’erh a tiger in my belly growls at the seagulls circling above sea foam folds like dough my insides always howling in disagreement with my outside I am inspired by the seahorse, the anemones who exist without binaries I occupy that entrancing darkness the liminal realm just below sea level a queer body that is limitless and beautiful
Woolen caps and puffy coats
The crowd yet further bloats On and on and another one yet Totaling an ever higher net No room to breathe here Claustrophobia Rising Rising A thousand thousand men A ***** glare too often A single crimson strand Hidden in the most common brand Alone Alone Forever
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