mœræ measured their threads at the corner of fleet
and exeter, and atropos got busy.
one-hundred-seventy pounds of body
and eleven pounds of head (skull, eyes,
teeth, brain, facial muscles, and skin,
all holding weight outside of
extension) came to rest
in the dog days of
that summer i
can never
seem to
leave.
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kp
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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