I feel ugly I feel grapevine the root vole-bitten stratosphere of earths. I feel static glitch of black and white mixed; a visual grey called snow. I feel hum of AC; what is the way to say the sound a fan makes. I feel transparent and seen as such mustered malform misstep. I feel an exit and I feel I should take it. This pull to a new side entire where I can be what I am; so little butter over so much bread. I tolerate temptation to bench myself permanent. No one wins. I feel beautiful as this new chrysalis; I emerge / flatter flut; I dry off from birth.
Nathan Wade Carter is a queer, grey-a poet, musician, and artist living in Portland, OR. His poetry can and will be found in Heavy Feather Review, Horse Less Press, Fog Machine, Powder Keg Magazine, The Fem, and others. He is editor and founder of SUSAN / The Journal. He writes and performs songs under the name Purrbot.