#ally ang

[havingapoemwithyou]

Masculinity ode by Ally Ang

[farewell-to-lorien]

Let the moon wobble. Let the basil plant flower. Let the poets discombobulate. Let the verbs noun. Let the nouns verb. Let the grief howl. Let the emails unread. Let the land speak. Let the oceans revenge. Let the people free. Let the people free.

Ally Ang, "Invocation"

[contremineur]

I want to leave you dirty with the memory of me unable to wash my scent off your skin.

Ally Ang, from Durian girl

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[dwellordream]

[leehallfae]

“god / is the river that remakes me / in its image. i didn’t know what / was waiting on the other side. / i swam through it anyway.”

— ally ang, “masculinity ode”

[bostonpoetryslam]

two ghosts are making love in the gender neutral bathroom of a gay bar atop a throne lined with toilet paper and grime. a cacophony of limbs so beautiful, the concrete walls shudder with envy. you’ve learned all the names for this: a spectacle, a revolution, a disgrace, but you never learned to be- hold what you see before you. two ghosts heaving their aliveness against the fractured light, gasping all the good air into their profane lungs, sweat stippling brown throats. breathtaking as a forest fire. queer as an unmarked grave.

Ally Ang, “More Americans Believe They’ve Seen a Ghost Than a Trans Person,” published in Five South

[tapedeck-archive]

"Self-Portrait as a Chimera," Natalie Diaz // "Wet Dream," Ally Ang

[lifeinpoetry]

I want to leave you dirty with the memory of me unable to wash my scent off your skin.

— Ally Ang, from “Durian Girl,” published in Francis House