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I'm sorry I didn't prepare you to see her
unshifting and unalive
She's no more than yesterday
but always less
How to warn you
when our hands hold
Do not rub the body
She could die still faster
Unfixable skin
this plastic is warm
but it cannot speak
Three years ago, I was becoming a woman. Then my sister died. Then I became a man. Then I became a drunk. Then I became a dog. I spent many nights with strangers. Many nights writing lines at the bar. Many nights with a shot of tequila on the bar for Diana, the sister that died. I found love. I lost it. Found out how many lies there were to it.
The last three years have seen my business grow, my gender shift, sex, love, kink. But I've found space to breathe and look at all these poems I've written over that time. So now Like Warm Plastic is coming to life with your help! A poetry collection about loss, grieving, drinking, sex, love, kink, and identity.
unshifting and unalive
She's no more than yesterday
but always less
How to warn you
when our hands hold
Do not rub the body
She could die still faster
Unfixable skin
this plastic is warm
but it cannot speak
Three years ago, I was becoming a woman. Then my sister died. Then I became a man. Then I became a drunk. Then I became a dog. I spent many nights with strangers. Many nights writing lines at the bar. Many nights with a shot of tequila on the bar for Diana, the sister that died. I found love. I lost it. Found out how many lies there were to it.
The last three years have seen my business grow, my gender shift, sex, love, kink. But I've found space to breathe and look at all these poems I've written over that time. So now Like Warm Plastic is coming to life with your help! A poetry collection about loss, grieving, drinking, sex, love, kink, and identity.