I Started Transitioning This Past Summer. The Hardest Part Is the Unearthing of Past Traumas
On trans identity, poetry, and fighting for the dignity of one’s body
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i say morning off-white ceiling insect corpse light dent fixture twenty-year-old piece of double-sided tape breath breaking mirror sun through gate’s red curtain
I say to the ceiling: “I wish I wasn’t here anymore.”
My body hadn’t been cooperating with me. I was constantly tired. A long-term relationship had ended. My graduate ...
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