Arielle Twist
I am reworking my reality.
How does a tranny
coexist
with lust,
being told of an
“unattainable” touch
even with the saliva of a man
dripping off of my chest
how he bites at
my soft parts
and kissed me
rigid.
I think this man
could love me,
fuck me
outside of glory holes
a bathroom stall
I think he could
bring glory
to all the empty holes
in me
but still I’m stalling.
Stutter.
M a y b e
I could love him too.
M a y b e
j u s t,
m a y b e
My reality
is reworking me.
This piece is part of a collection of works by trans and queer Indigenous writers and artists. Explore the rest of the feature:
Prose by Kai Minosh Pyle ● Interview with Lindsay Nixon ● Visual art by Fallon Simard ● Interview with Ziibiwan Rivers ● Prose by Jaye Simpson