Dear Mr. president

1 November 2018

Dear Mr. president
there is only one human
body on the planet whose
gender you get to identify
after that it is
none of your
business
just let
the windmill
burn around him
Boris Karloff trapped
under a wooden beam
we had much to leave behind in
order to follow the river to the sea
every time I wear
that hat I
can hear
her
queer
sisters
lovers
murdered
not the sheriff
not you Mr. president
give them dignity
even after death
but they never
and I never
needed it
fuck you
we win
it all
our
genie
leprechaun
froot loop tonguerer
ferocious ecstatic venerated queen

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