Two Trans people in love. (A poem about feeling seen.)

when I’m with you, I stop writing

photo by me ❤

cover your ears cause
I’m fucking embarrassed,
but, boy,

when we
fuck, you always
recognize me. and now
I love you, more
desperate than anyone,
a tornado siren,
please stay,

love me old school. us
on BART in San Francisco three
different times that summer,
almost leaving each other but
not quite, not quite, not
yet, listening to vinyls in your
childhood bedroom, fucking for that
first time and then the second and
the seven hundredth and I,
I don’t know if I ever wanted it,
before. sucking you off in
beds across the nation and then
in other ones,

you correct your moms on my
pronouns, but baby when I’m
with you I forget them. baby, when
I’m with you, I stop writing and
sleep till noon and I’m seeing
so much live music…