Nov 30, 2020

Photo by Luis Quintero from Pexels

My gender is a nuisance; a stone in my heel; a slipping sock.

My gender is a nuisance; the rubbed-raw spot on my toe; the tongue-poked chip in my tooth.

My gender is the pulled thread; the stuck zip; the space where my pant leg ends and my sock begins.

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Louie Murray

Louie Murray

Sometimes I think so hard words fall out my hands and here we are. Life’s short, stay soft, eat cake and roller skate.