only write if you have something to say

Am I queer enough 

weird enough 

do i live in fear enough 

Am I fat enough 

sad enough 

passive aggressively enough myself 

for you to understand me 

Will you look at my words 

and somehow taste them as cis 

( as privilege ) 

As if anything in this life is so delightful 

as if my body were not regulated by the state 

Is it not enough that we live in a dystopia 

( a cornucopia of misanthropia )

and we are the few willing to see it 

Not enough that we burn together

that we didn’t light this pyre

do we have to argue 

over who’s allowed to notice the fire ?

When do we start putting it out ?