cis people who worry too much about trans people hitting on them are so funny i just cant understand them. are you scared of winning the lottery too?
“what if you found out this guy who asked you out has a pussy? or what if this woman has a dick?” i would do backflips and shout WAHOO YIPPEE HIP HIP HOORAY
the impermanence of who we are follows us through life like a hungry dog. sometimes i want to pretend that i still hate onions just so that i remain loyal to some aspect of who i was as a child.
“suffering feels religious if you do it right” no shut up it doesn’t. my friends laughing in the kitchen while i make dinner feels religious. the sun on my face after a long winter feels religious.
[ID 1: text reading “It is dark and I am trying to tell you / why all my poems are about weapons.”
ID 2: a piece of artwork — a close-up of a hand with blood falling from it, lying next to a dagger. it looks like a digital painting.
ID 3: text reading “And when I find that a knife’s sticking out of my side / I’ll pull it out without questioning why”
ID 4: text reading “(…) no one wants a half-remembered tragedy. You must know the width of the knife and how it ruined you, name the organs it kissed.”
ID 5: an artwork made of linework depicting a single knife pierced through two hands.
ID 6: text reading “I am the cause, I am a stockpile of chemical / toys, my body / is a deadly gadget, / I reach out in love, my hands are guns, / my good intentions are completely lethal.” the phrase “my body is a deadly gadget” is highlighted.
ID 7: text starting and ending mid-sentence, reading “you. You don’t have to see the sword for it to come back out. Maybe I’m tired of rooms full of knives & still being the most dangerous thing around. Crack open the caverns of my heart and see: every change has a bullet inside it. And” the text, starting with maybe and ending with inside it is highlighted.
ID 8: text reading “and I think we most fully understood each other when once I tried to kill him with a kitchen knife.”
ID 9: a painting in dark tones with a hand gripping a knife.
ID 10: text reading “& how good it feels to rend to pieces. / any good knife I know where to place the sharpest / edge any good surgeon acts on himself first”
ID 11: text reading “the poem begins not where the knife enters but where the blade twists.”
ID 12: text which ends mid-sentence and says “so let’s say, in the story, I was human // and made of human-things: fear / and hands, underbelly and blade. Let me // say it plain: I loved someone // and I failed at it. Let me say it / another way: I like to call myself wound // but I will answer to knife. Sometimes” the phrase “Let me say it another way: I like to call myself wound but I will answer to knife.” is highlighted. end IDs]
clementine von radics // denis sarazhin // paper bags by fiona apple // kiss by edvard munch // denis sarazhin // climbing by lucille clifton // intimacy by angelica alzona // audre lorde
My friend is trying to name herself, and she’s like, “Oh, what’s that name that’s like marmalade, but it’s a name?” and I know she means Adelaide, but I think I can talk her into naming herself Marmalade if I play my cards right here.
Not in a hateful, cruel way, but because my name is Newt, and I think “Newt & Marmalade” sounds like a detective agency that solves mysteries for tiny garden critters.
i made your favorite dish. i made you something you’ve never tried before. i love you. i spent twenty minutes chopping. my grandmother made this for me when i was little. i made this dairy free for you. i love you. i want to eat together. the onions made me cry. i love you. i learned this recipe for you. i love you. i made this special for your birthday. i love you. i know you don’t like peppers. i love you. i love you. i love you.
“So I packed my knapsack, got on the train, and looked up at the map and decided I wanted to live in Coney Island. I thought it was gonna be… you know… a real island. That I could hide away there like Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. Well, imagine my surprise. The teacups was the only ride they’d let me on by myself, so I got on it and I started spinning myself around and ‘round and 'round. But I feel like I’m still there… spinning 'round and 'round and 'round, and the ride won’t stop… and I won’t dare get off.”
