non-normative flags 
whip pink f*g umbrellas 
out of our trans-
-gressive / expressive hands


we’re marching / crawling / squirming 
on our tattoo-tanned bellies 
out from under the 
wind-whipped rainbow


a man on the footpath leers at / up my 
swelling skirt … but in a romantic way / normative 
way / innocent way … (aside : i lost 
my innocence to this bloke branded 
the Gendered Healthcare System 
& his love of inflexible 
formal binaries)


in truth, i’m flexible about discrimination : see also :
	    new msg :	    ur a genderfree male, yeah? 
	    new msg :	    i get it – ur *just* a non-gendered female?! 
	    	    	    ur a general lack of person / per-
	    	    	    -centage / reference point / pride?
	    	    	    a flimsy foundation of cluttered pronouns 
	    	    	    & threadbare symbols? 
	    new msg :	    wait, r u *just* an emoji?


let me try again : 
	    r	u	1 	of 	those 		tr*nnys?


hey, i heard (on the news / on facebook / on this scrawl of foot-
-path propaganda) … that ur identity lacks 
identity / definition / something 
i can cling to because :
	    i’m shook / a sook / a sock 
	    monster wagging my tail / working myself into a state
	    	    called ‘unable to show you
	    	    the slightest respect’


in truth, i’m *just* fucking tired 
of the marching, the crawling (see also : indulging) : see also :
	    exhausted / pooped / snoozed out 
	    of the cis-tem & sick-to-choking
	    on ur systemic lasagna-layered revulsion 


let me try again :

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