Poems written in the twilight of my early late-becoming.
I've been reading these poems at mics around town for about a year. There's still a lot of "being trans in a mood sometimes" but also, looking at them splayed out, I see other themes emerging.
Proud of the work, but also feeling — disconnected? — from it. I'm resistant to the idea that women shouldn't make art about their transition early-on because I'm resistant to the idea that women shouldn't create art. I am, however, ready to stop lingering in the emotional minutia of it all. It was necessary lingering, but I think it may be time for more ambitious projects.
Twelve poems that helped move me through a particular liminal stage of my life and have me ready for whatever comes next.
PDFs coming soon
