Poems from bittergrapes
Disabled, transgender, mentally ill poet living in Chicago, studying English at University of Illinois-Chicago. I hope to study gender and sexuality in archaeology at University of Edinburgh.
This is my thesis:I am a body of evidence.Everything dies by the minuteand I am no different.I feel the body breaking down,the elastics...
That light hasn't come on for weeks now,
and I got a sense of peace when I was dying:
the bells peter out, the sirens stop crying.
I am...
I am always in want with things,
the tip of my tongue always seeking
ripest fruit, deeper water, slake
an everlasting thirst;
and you. The...