i doodle to pass time, to relieve my tension, or to dispel fear. but
these last few pages i have fixated on an image i can not release.
perhaps an image i can't even see.
top surgery is in ten days.
and the i don't know regarding what is to be,
could be more easily quelled if i allowed it to be curiosity. if i asked myself the important questions.
will my body remember the strokes, the motions to pull me thru water?
will it feel how it felt when i was a child?
will my body join the waves?
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I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
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181 Keeping Watch
Each day she watched through her window. Watched? Perhaps an exaggeration: a monochromatic nuclear aftermath remaining of the world, blurring into a blindness--loss of contrast and depth of field. Achromatic aberrations displayed a waste-scape stratified in grays.
By Gerard DiLeo4 days ago in Fiction
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