• Kyra Lawler

newness

i gave myself a new identity a new way to be referred to it sits right but i can’t stop shifting in my seat i’m sure there’s something sharp underneath me when i look there’s nothing so i sit back down still uneasy

i feel like myself for the first time maybe ever?

my loved ones won’t understand so i don’t tell them listen. i swear there’s something sharp it’s piercing into my throat i can feel the blood dripping down into my stomach i swear it’s filling up steadily while i change my bios to she/they while i adorn 2xl thrifted rugby shirts & kmart button downs & baseball caps onto my fat femme frame

it drains when i wax my upper lip

but i don’t feel full anymore



"Your Entitled to Your Neurosis" by Karly Villaseñor.