A Love Letter to All Trannies Ever

I love you who look like cis men

who look like cis women, you blessed shits

who look like ouppy, collared, raw doggin’ the universe

who refuse to wear an aspect the masses can grasp

I love you who see womanhood as a buffet

who see womanhood as a bullet, sapphic and lovely

who see womanhood is just performance and go off script

who see that life is constant transition and choose your own course

I love you who make art for us, like a greasy nightclub mirror

who make ends meet from noxious paradox desire

who make no assumptions that certain parts of us are taboo and shameful

who talk of sisters fucking mothers on meth knowing we dolls won’t bat an eyelash

I love you who want to hide inside of sissy cages

who want to be cisgender, and dream of being normal

who want to be with men, and dream of being safe

who never look at what you want because the world squeezes too tight

I love you who die young, die violently, die to escape

who die just to have the knife twisted, deadnamed and denied at your funerals

who die and are cast in the molds of symbols for one crusade or the other

who refuse to die dishonestly and take the risk to really live

I love you who take your bodies in your hands as clay

who take DIY E needles, boof prog, chop off balls, install esoteric alternates

who take as sovereign truth no sex, gender, genitalia

who don’t take shit from cowards, with their jackboot stars and signage

I love to sprout tits like springtime buds

drawing stares to my hairy belly

and hot pink worn with pride

having a face with built-in blackout curtains

I love spurning chasers to love tdykes who love tdykes

sharing the unspoken kinship of the sacred freak

I love hucking girlhood like a kettle from inside our big glass house

I love being able to believe

I love being a poet

I love being a slut

I love being a flirt

I love being a maybe future mother

I love being one of all of you and

as much as they stamp down on our throats and

call us out and seal us up we are sisters

and I love us all

more than any poem can ever say