binaries and bipolar

by Ace Taylor

 

if my disease were
pronouns              it’d be pendulum                   queer, quivering
restless                 I can’t—the moon making the tide high\low
too lazy to look     my desire                              unclear
liar, practiced
convince myself I am
logic, pliable         mostly unreliable                   hazy perception
I’d be half of me
square root           of somewhere in between    to some chaotic
higher power        &mine is about                      as fluid as I am
        not\rarely              call ‘em they                          anyway

 

About the Author:

Ace Taylor, born and raised in California’s Bay Area, is currently a senior at Colorado College, majoring in Creative Writing. They are interested in experimental poetry, the notion of “God” as a queer person, as well as the corrosive construction of whiteness.

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