my gender is jaywalking in stilettos

on mobile? turn phone sideways!

and   i   don't   just   mean   because   i   have   so   much
familiarity  with  the  one   and   nearly  none  with  the
other  i  would  happily  cut  the  intersection  of  north
charles  and  penn  station diagonally at off-peak hours
but i would  break my  fucking ankle if you asked me to
do  it  in  heels  i  mean  the  last  time i wore a pair was
easily  five  years  ago maybe more and what i mean is i
don’t  think  i  know  how  to  be  a  woman  i only know
how to be  chaotic and  push my cleavage to the front i
only    know   imitation    and    the    failure   to   do   so
successfully  how  to  watch  for  traffic  and  run  away
when  i  see  it  coming   the   best   defense  is  a  good
offense  and  they  never  let  me  play  attack  in kiddie
lacrosse i just stood on the sidelines and let everything
take shape without me

nat raum

nat raum is the poet laureate of the void; their corporeal form lives in Baltimore. They’re the author of this book will not save you, random access memory, fruits of the valley, and many others. Find them online at natraum.com or astral projecting inside a Royal Farms.

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