UNTIL TODAY1 All my poetry has been di- Agnostic: a [swamp of self-Deception] best described As [beautiful and ugly], withal IHave never written the word “Dys-Phoria,” have not trekked its pinkPink [wound] about this [land-Scape of myself]. My [mind], a black Gash when called “[man].” A tradition, It is: my grandmother, committedTo [suicide], took her […]
