I wish I was your chrysalis
All in Poetry
Aromantic Love Poem
Even with distance, I think I understand
Time, A Notebook Of Water
From the moment we left those feelings
unpronounced
the world is my grave
my body will never be used
for what the male gods have the female insides predestined for
The Choices We Don’t Make
Your ace-ness has fed you a
comforting lie
journal (take #53)
dear diary, i’ll make this brief in the sense that i’ll try to summarize everything i cannot say concisely
In the absence of? Everything.
He holds me so tight I might compress back into stardust.
Three Poems
When he clasps your hand
It is both a greeting
And a recognition of the
Work needing to be done
The Formula
boy + girl = couple
Society has hammered the formula into me since birth.
asexual has a manic episode
lens of / kaleidoscopic shards / render me
The Structure of a Breakdown: My Experiences as an Aroace Trans Person as Told Through Poetry
Cut off, cut out of me
These organs that curse me!
Does there have to be a reason?
I walked away because I had a bus to catch.
Self Expression
Little girl. Listen.
Shattered / did you mean *a romantic*
I will pick up the pieces
of my broken heart
Terra incognita
An atom within a speck, a point within a dot
Kitt’s Aro and two Haikus
I have one love for my loved ones
The body
My teeth
Were a little
Splotched
Climate Change Denier's House Floods
Recognize yourself in my deluge
One
Some arrive in pairs;
More leave coupled,
Sometimes in multiples.
In Puddles / In the Red Chair
You wrote me prose about the rain and
now when it storms I can’t seem to
think about anything else.