ཐི❤︎ཋྀ𖦹ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁‎

Trans Woman Collapsing Inward Like a Dying Star

“I beg for invisible fire.

Every night I pray to love,

please invent yourself.

I imagine a place after this place

and I laugh quietly to no one

as the hair on my chin

weeds through old makeup.

When I go to sleep

I am vinegar inside clouded glass.

The world comes to an end

when I wake up and wonder

who will be next to me.

Police sirens and coyote howls

blend together in morning’s net.

Once, I walked out past the cars

and stood on a natural rock formation

that seemed placed there to be stood on.

I felt something like kinship.

It was the first time.

Once, I believed god

was a blanket of energy

stretched out around

our most vulnerable

places,

when really,

she’s the sound

of a promise