For Somebody Who Laughs
(At All The Wrong Times)
If I ever were to lose
the alarming sound
inside my ears
If ever I were to miss
the sudden jolt
of all my fears
I might be as lonely as
the stoic man
afraid of tears
Dysphoria Reds
Sometimes I feel really ugly
Other times I feel really ugly
Sometimes I think I’m pretty
But usually I’m just pretty ugly
Slight Return
I grew up
seeing only
the backs
of the people
I loved
It’s amazing
how little
changes
over a whole
lifetime
Trans
As I motion back and forth
Moving toward divinity
Returning to lifeless clay
The lives of so many
Entangle my way
From the outset
I’m divorced
With feelings of amity
The ones who would not pay
The small cost of any
Polite thing to say
Scarier Excelsior
Courage and bravery
like so many things
doesn’t always look
like it seems
Take the turtle
whose shell is its home
to hide in when
it is frightened
Its back is broken
while crossing the street
by an enemy
it never knew existed
Only Spite Remains
Dionysus died
when every
intoxicated person
quit imbibing
to celebrate
love for
the universe
Betterave Rouge
I asked you to keep watch
As I stole makeup from
That markedly evil store
You dressed me up once but
Unlike the dolls of youth
I’m made of flesh and bone
A warm but doomed union
Illuminating the fact that
Some people really care
Death Pundits
I woke up today
and I struggled
to breathe and
I read about a
phony doctor
on your parents
and grandparent’s
favorite news network
saying it was time to
start taking people
off of ventilators
Checking In
I wish I had what it takes
To be a good friend
I blame the hotel clerk
For not waking me up
But I’ve been asleep since
I sat my luggage down
Mystery Doll 