(...) it is a situation

Kopano Maroga

i want to love my body but

also to disappear

if queer dysmorphia were

folklore

perhaps we would turn

into rainbows

when we die:

a slash of impossible polyphony

across the sky

leading nowhere

the treasure was lost

long long ago

Featured poet on 20 May 2021

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