trans, nerd.


August 2016

First Day 

She’s away

Winning bread

While I scatter crumbs

Onto the flat roof,

Watch the wind steal them before the birds,

And long for her.

Little Skeeto 

Different sing to tinitus, 

Insistent and distinct;

Persistent dronewhine ,

A struggle in the darkness.

The feast is another’s,

Tonight we’re safe from bites.

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