
Can’t you tell by my dark eyes
and my Doc Martins
and my edgy poetry
and the red flecks of your throat
in my teeth
<how embarassing
you’d think people would have
the decency to tell me but it’s hard
to speak when your tongue is
dissolving in my belly
<eyes don’t
agree with me these days, there’s something
about the jelly and the way
I can feel you judge me
<you were always like that
even before I broke your heart
>
>
>
I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.
Sy is a queer non-binary Scottish poet. They write through the haze of cat-/child-induced sleep deprivation to make sense of gender, relationships, and ADHD. Their work has been published in Popshot Quarterly, Perhappened, and Capsule Stories, among others. Find them at sybrand.ink and on Twitter @TartanLlama.