ira writes

interstarlize

the moon rules this domain at this hour
and her minion stars glisten
a blanket of institutions
connect dots of intersectionality
and the magnifying glass of this ozone layer
will fry the minority ants
engaging in childhood games

i wonder if i am the manifestation of the ocean herself
perhaps we all are
reflecting the night sky
with this amorphous solid
through the halls of this tomb
we will call it light and ingenuity
while we lie lost
and instead discuss the potential colors
of our fruits and vegetables
or the potential sounds of the long lost fallen trees

compassion is my lover
though they are not my leader
so i have never been quite good at following them
we are polyamorous
we tend to share ourselves collectively
and freely to our cisgender allies and enemies
sometimes to our trans* siblings and friends

perhaps it’s the tide rising
perhaps the tide itself is bigoted
inexplicable jealousy bubbles up
when trans* loved ones sing the songs of the sky
as we lie in the kingdom of the moon
neglecting to notice the institution of the stars

i find my skin burning and realize that i am the ant
equipped with rage
incessant
incessant
incessant
rage
compassion can find another lover for this night
for there is no tolerance here
tonight, i am the focus of the ozone
but do i cease to be ocean?

anti-copyright ira gray