War of Attrition (Spoken Word Poem) Transgender Poetry


am i living on the edge or between the
cracks do you know this choice bind up my chest
and or become the void is that funny what a charm
spandex against suicide warding off and brushing up to there are no mirrors here
not really what does my monster look like if it’s composed of traces in
someone else’s system curating layers I become my own consolation prize hello
boys etc I am what I am
is that all there is I am what I am is that all there is I look to the surgical
future of my crushed-velvet ribcage potential injection
deconstruction site a pretty little danger zone of hormones and
technicalities the absurdity of defining reality and legacy against this
strobe-light death wish of a dream I am NOT a symbol of the postmodern condition
I am my own war of attrition

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