I'm sorry I keep misgendering you.
I haven't seen you
Since you became her.
It's not safe here.
I can't make it there.
I just want you to know
That I am cheering for you,
And you have my permission
To use the squirt bottle
Everytime I call your dead-name.
YOU ARE READING
A Year In Poetry
PoetryHappy 2020! I will be putting one whole year of poems in this book. We'll all see what happens! A lot of the poetry I write is to help me understand the world around me. One day it might be a love poem, the next it might be about chicken nuggets. Fo...
