Sinking

sin kin two hour depths and sea four yore's elf
trauma and pain beyond medical help
being reviled is better than not existing we guess
we wait patient for soil to claim our last breath
thanks to the pain and our sister, Death
we wish much happier lives for all the rest
Other nonbinary people, trans women and men
we wish had a wand instead of a pen
we'd wave it about blasting the hate
murdering every infant Hitler before they got a chance to mate



Comfort as concept we embrace
but it is not the liquid which leaks out of our face
and stains the pillow every night
—mom thought it was our overbite!
agony is a beautiful word
if it were wings we'd be a bird
but to trudge is our grim fate
and without legs we'd be a snake
so we are resigned to ache



chiropractor chiroptera
terraform these hills
fly about and sand them down
until they're flat as a dollar bill
this montane highland is too creased
for our aching worn out battered knees
so if you can't do that at least
pick us up and drop us off somewhere we can sleep



let us watch the shadows
of our bodies on the wall
while we dance together
we could imagine we were small
your shadow and ours dancing
in whatever space we chose
in a shoebox or on a galaxy
or in a budding rose
yes, we truly love you
but your heart we still don't know



Ren can't help it
we'd like to think they wouldn't if they could
but we wish they could
because they deserve something for themself
they're just compelled to be good
but who's caring for their health?
we leave it to a little bird
otherwise it's all just words



We're looking for a new investment,
a patron of the dirty looks
someone dark malevolent;
Could you be our Torquemada
to move on in and not pay rent?
Would you hurt us like no other
we're a magnet for all ill intent!
We'll never be a proper author
just torture us until we're spent