in the morning, i am born, into water and salt
and by the evening, i am dust
i always return to where i've come from
i hold many hands, i'm grasping them hard
i am a product of trauma
i feel the water, the salt on my jaw
i'm going under, my hands loosen up
if i come back no one will recognize me
dead things keep floating
isn't that what baptism is for?
my body in water, till i am reborn
Nothing has ever spoken to my feelings of the sacredness of queer intimacy and community and love and joy. Its beautiful and essential. femmesimulacrum
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