You May Find Me Napping In Moss

They just—took away an entire population’s valid IDs. With a stroke of a pen. No grace period. No chance for anyone to get their IDs “fixed” in time, not that they should have had to in the first place. They even made it illegal for people to drive themselves to the DMV to get a new ID. That’s insane y’all. That is dystopian level madness. It is petty and cruel and literally dehumanizing.

They have also invalidated their birth certificates, thus jeopardizing their ability to prove citizenship and vote. It’s voter suppression on top of everything else.

They wanted to make an entire population into criminals with a stroke of a pen and that’s what they did.

And the rest of the country just… hasn’t noticed. No one cares. There’s no headlines. Nothing on the news. Because it’s Kansas. Because it’s trans people.

I close the book

Trace my hand over the back cover

Letting the feeling linger

Then fade

Fade to the next stage of my life

Out of the light and back to the shadow

Back to the dark club rooms

The drinks and the long nights

The feeling of a strangers body pressed against mine

Recalling my favorite chapters from before

How you used to love me

How I used to touch you

Replay my favorite paragraph

It’s almost enough to be real

But it’s not real

And his lips aren’t yours

and all these words I say to him are lies

Lies that used to be sacred oath to you and I

Scrawled across the pages of our story

Over and over

But the book has ended now

And I’m alone

Alone in a bed that doesn’t smell like you anymore , sheets wrinkled by another.