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Ze did not become a man. A coiled snake.

By Joe NastaPublished 2 years ago 1 min read

The terrace opened wide.

Ze was no longer just a bird

behind the clouds. Mid-afternoon

ze landed in this shape.


No time for flying. Zir wings glinted

then dulled. Feathers filled the air.

Zir whistling song, molt.

Zir talons and fangs.


More than just black feathers

zir bones began to shift,

but when ze landed in this shape

ze did not become a man.


Glinting, then dull feathers. The air

is more a body than any shape

talons fangs

legs face.


Bones shift and melt

skin scales.

Ze did not become a man.

A coiled snake.


More a body any shape,

the smoggy morning and the dead of night.

Legs and face could never hold.

Ze folded as ze fell, transmogrify.


Melt zir skin, scaled.

They glinted dulled


the many balconies below the sun.

This poem was included in my book "I want you to feel ugly, too," which can be read on issuu.

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About the Creator

Joe Nasta

Hi! I'm a queer multimodal artist writing love poems in Seattle, one half of the art and poetry collective Eat Yr Manhood, and head curator of Stone Pacific Zine. Work in The Rumpus, Occulum, Peach Mag, dream boy book club, and others. :P

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