You can kill my body. You can sever
my consciousness from time and flesh
and glandular emotion. You can delete
my works from libraries and memories
and rumour. It won't make any difference.
You can kick us out of sports, and
education, and entertainment (and good luck with that), and it won't matter, because
trans children will keep being born,
among the births you'll force my brothers
and my sisters to endure, and you will
not stop that, because if you stay hung up
on high school biology, you will never
be able to program us cis and straight and
American down in the womb; and we
have slipped into subtext since Sappho,
making sure someone, in another time,
will remember us - and those kids are
going to find each other because we did,
one way or another, and when they do
they will laugh, as we do,
at every stupid thing you do
to keep us from each other.
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