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Living the thin aluminium
strip between carpet and concrete,
in the forward slash,
that unmarked gap between two empty beckoning boxes.
Hostile environments,
visited by death and the spittle of cis (every six months),
such is a world I won’t ever fully understand,
their sweeping
plains,
ill-considered pains,
harshly surrendered gains,
awkwardness and fear,
needing to
explains,
...that I won’t ever fully understand.
But I want to,
I want to make room.
Inspired
by a Parlour interview with Simona Castricum
(Architect, Musician, Transgender advocate UniMelb).
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