All beautiful and ugly parts together and trying to coexist no longer.
You would turn your cheek from an explosion such as me?
We will coexist no longer.
from april 1, 2022 poem from the past a day #37 april 2022 is the month i came out as trans to my friends, and started medical transition. it was an extraordinarily emotional period of my life that wouldn't shut off for the next couple years. this short poem can also be thought of as the aftermath of my poem The Bethlehem on Fire as they are both speaking to the same person. i only include this in my series of curated poems because its context is leading up to the next batch.