I Don’t Know…!?
It’s way less sexy to get top surgery
And not crowd fund for it.
It’s way less sexy to have a transgender resource
That suggests you to get a job with better insurance. Or wait —
Until your finances are better.
It’s way less sexy to be a queer podcast
Who tells you not to do drugs
And suggests that you might not need
To change anything about yourself at all,
Besides your unachievable goals.
It’s way more sexy to be some sort of
With selfies and mantras
Who says whatever you need
To feel comfortable (VALID!!!!)
It’s way easier to understand fat people
As people who are worse than you at
Health and fitness. Because the truth
Is hard to accept. Subtleties and exceptions
Abound. You might be better off
Accepting that you don’t know yet—
Something that seems
In the pick your tribe times.
Maybe it’s best to make a home
Impenetrable, in your mind
Where no one else is allowed to go—
Maybe in the publishing age
All these comments and feedbacks
Are more like gnats than they are
Peanuts. I think if I was born
Before these times
I would’ve died and then become