9/28/2020 Featured Poet: Keagan WheatWe congregate title from Oliver Baez Bendof's "We Congregate" 2019 Hill the shape of those massive slides at fairgrounds. Aden, in heels and mesh, pushes my pace. The sun falling below the horizon casts a magenta net hovering above our destination. I rest my head on CJ’s new suit jacket. They’ve been holding my hand, explaining their day finally getting a suit especially fitted for themself. Their smile conveys their joy beyond the beauty of the suit. Chrissie stands leaned against a wooden post. She bragged about the suit earlier, but stands aside as CJ keeps talking through their smile. Don’t Forget Monday: I am reminded of the biological you, the way you produce a hormone that I combat with alcohol, testosterone, needles, dinosaur bandaids. Tuesday: I get called your name, Felicia. Wednesday: your chest needs to be bound, to be controlled, to be hurt, as it hurts me. Thursday: I am told that I can’t sit that way with a dick. You fail me with nothing in these pants. I can’t measure up. Friday: I shave the fuzz you have on your face. A man walks by with A full beard. Did you see him? Saturday: she her you ma’am miss Lady, you could be so pretty if you got rid of me. Sunday: you start church in a pink and purple plaid shirt that constricts my breathing your dad thinks you look nice. I have left everyone’s mind. Trans Pup Walks in crop top jersey and nerf football. He makes himself laugh (very loudly), giddy around his big soft cuddly family. Offers cuddling like a glass of water, we need it more than we take it. He recognizes tears about to run and brings attention to your erasure. He bounds through reclaimed boyhood, in every conceivable way, becoming any friend’s Your Biggest Fan. XOXO Keagan Wheat (he/him) writes poetry focused on FTM identity and his congenital heart disease. His work can be found in Glass Mountain 24, Shards 4 & 7, and Sink Hollow 8. He lives in Houston, Texas collecting odd facts about dinosaurs and listening to way too many hours of podcasts.
V Peralta
11/5/2020 06:24:04 pm
Though I walk a different path, these poems resonate at my soul level - especially "Don't Forget." Brave and well done. Thank you Comments are closed.
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