with a vengeance, and so does my brain.
in updates that happen at the worst possible moment,
unmaskings, discoveries, in-app purchases.
in the spaces of 1am rantings,
poetry i wrote in sixth grade,
reminders about homework—i never
looked at them again yet they are ceaseless
quote lists from mildly unhinged DMs
erasure art from taylor swift lyrics
for tortured poets, anthologies of the queer
affirmations from...the internet, transcripts
from webinars you saw on instagram, contact information and
things you said that made me wonder if you're real and
paragraphs i never bothered to turn
into static soft PDFs.
i want to rediscover an off switch—or at least a way,
no matter how convoluted, to function offline.
to live forever in the synaesthesia trance
of belonging—to turn off autocorrect
become imperfect yet atypical
like queerness and everything else
and my notes app still hates me
and my brain and i have reached a truce
at least for the next two
mk zariel (it/they) is a BashBack influenced transmasculine neuroqueer dyke anarchist.
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