my wedding day
before our breath is stopped quick at
lips, we linger, soaking,
all in.
clutching fingers against reactive skin.
hair standing at attention
to your details-
understanding your prints,
and knowing each line-
noticing the nearly imperceptible twitch of your delicate pinky as it comes to rest against my flushing neck.
About the Creator
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I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
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