two poems by tommy wyatt blake

Kill Pussy Kill! / Ode to the TITTYCHOP (1)

under your picture from a high school yearbook,

your exlover signed: “i can’t date a tranny, JUST KIDDING, love ya”,

with the joke thrice-underlined in red. you laugh at the inscription,

your brain choosing to register: “i love you!”

this keeps you locked in, the boy who hides in your body,

altering the Self with many reluctant female-presenting masks,

arranging the guts and finer stuff like the russet dust you

have been instructed to breathe in and choke on,

telling you that pussy is an eldritch horror that must be

avoided at all costs, and you cannot compel yourself

to want to be touched. instead, you cut up the polaroid

they kept of you in a scratchy white, ghost sheen’d

wedding dress you asked to wear for some reason on Halloween

at three years old, forever fixated since then on marrying

out, and finding love in all the wrong places.

*

you need to pull yourself out of the grave you buried yourself in,

be very still, stare into the nothingness

to become whole again, with the things that make

you strange and unusual fill out your chest, heaving

with your body resurrected, the parts are too many,

but it’s okay, that can be fixed. blink more once

into eternity for an unquantifiable amount

of time, map out the body first, make the incision

and slough off what no longer serves you.

END CREDITS DISCLAIMER: (3)

soon, you will be shown how to love

and be love-

d, but first: you need to live. is

your body littered with bones, from the everywhere

grave, a repackaged skeleton, and if

you feel a rattling, we can fix that if

you let us, but you

will need to want

to be saved, begging for it

and love will be waiting there

1) the comic by Higu Rose

(2) Boomerang Nebula is a protoplanetary nebula that is only one degree Kelvin above absolute zero

(3) a golden shovel for Magdalena Bay’s “Love Is Everywhere”

tommy wyatt blake (he/they) is the jester of popular culture and poet laureate of timefuckery. he's the author of DITCHLAPSE / [REALLY AFRAID]; NOW THAT'S WHAT I CALL HORROR!; So, Who's Courage?; Trick Mirror or Your Computer Screen; disasterfire/disasterstar; and others. they are currently synthesizing digital archives, space voids, and confines of the body.