remember
when i was a he to a her?
when
she was a he to a me?
electricity
fries heme ions memey, but
she
lost all the words to tell her my his our
stories and anyone else’s fifty
years
in, zee know-nouns leaked out, unhoneyvoiced
maybe
the robot farts for a long time
and
i he she her laughs so silly
the
stuff we she her my loved so shitty
forget
the death date, until he reminds you
all
of a sudden, it’s trent avenue
after
i cleaved she gleam sad xxe allele bad
it’s
almost not okay to be moray about hiss
Leah Sandals is a writer based in Tkaronto. Her poetry and short fiction have appeared in Prism, Room, Filling Station, Freefall and Mom Egg Review. She has read at the Bi+ Arts Festival and other venues. Personal experience and family histories linked to mothering, anxiety, aphasia, young dementia sometimes inform her work.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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