Haunt
These days I talk to spiders, bless
the moths chewing on my sheets.
I won’t call a plumber
for the pipes that clank
and sigh throughout the night.
Come as anything––
a flicker, a draft of wet air.
My window gapes open.
I’ve always taken you
as you are.
Hey cis writer friends, who are interested in attending AWP 2024 in Kansas City, please keep an eye on MO bills SB429 and HB498, which would effectively criminalize Trans* writers in attendance from reading or speaking in any capacity at the conference. We’re going to need you.
I got the "Dead Names Stay Dead" sweatshirt I wore to the Lambda reception from here! check silas's stuff out - you might find something that amazes you.
a wild one from @alex_tretbar that immediately grabbed me as a sub (& also made me google "ignis fatuus")
"I have lived in cold apartments, it did not bother me.
I have fallen asleep at wheels and falsified documents,
testimonies, it did not bother me."
https://t.co/oWG0ibHxSM
Finally, after my flimsy but hardy folding music stand called it quits, a deserved upgrade. Printer ink for actual sheet music is still pending.
It feels weird but good to be back at this again. Creaky-ass thing reminds me of grade school band rooms - all it needs is rust.