Oct 8, 2021

every memory

imprinted on my skin

heart stretches

raw and thin

threatens to fray

and somehow strengthens

from the weight

of longing

when I hear your voice

I become transdimensional

I am home

I am present

I am next to you

I am deep in me

I am in…



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the tide of you

swirls at my feet

salt pillars dissolving

every broken tower

the effigy of

my body


in gratitude

I’m burning on the pyre

kindling wish

after hope

after longing

after fantasy

everything immolates


open the fragile

spills the contents

into soft earth

into rooting

into the hot wake

of liquid pleasure

what remains, serves.

what remains is essential


stripped bare.



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a sure contour


makes its mark



follows horizon

and weeps

a seam

teeth in flesh

I am a thing
you choose

to use

a fine gradient

tucked in hip
against skin


a body apart
a shining example

cleave and kill


spiritual surgery

choose carefully.



cardinal blue jay sparrow crow grackle owl peacock eagle seagull sandpiper heron hawk

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this year, I knelt at the altar of

death and divination.

I catapulted to stillness

community to solitary

din to silence

deep and dark.

again, they say

cover your mouth

count your exhales

watch the wings

shift on the wind

flash white and gold

in the sun

enflamed with truth

this story of the phoenix

says everything moves

in cycles.

when I listen, the echoes

of past ashes

surrender to the breath

of love

and scatter.



Kelly M. Marshall

Kelly M. Marshall

Freelance writer + author. Yogi. Trans and nonbinary. They/Them.