#slamchop

[bostonpoetryslam]

i think i am my most masculine when there is glitter painting my cheekbones, and my most feminine when i am wearing the shirt i stole from my father’s dresser. i think i am most like myself when i am somewhere in between and i am standing in a shower that holds no names or pronouns - only steam - trying to care for and rebuild this body, this old moldering structure.

Alex McDonald, “petros,” published in Slamchop

[bostonpoetryslam]

my mother used to read me 'where the wild things are' & now i strive to be the wildest thing i want to be so wild that every wolves' hungry mouth be terrified of me i am wild in the club at one am when a man touches me & i bare my teeth clench my fist & swing

RebeccaLynn Gualtieri, “Wild Thing,” published in Slamchop

[bostonpoetryslam]

I’ve taken root in rigidity. I don’t give in to my desires. They give into me.

Muggs Fogarty, “Compromise,” published in Slamchop