introduction to t.r. san’s self &/or body &/or craft &/or hypocrisy
i am beautifully neutered
green brat vertebrate
i have hydrophobic bones
refusing low-tide sex pheromones
& algae bridehood, rock palace
i feel like moonrot, usually
i also feel like hot feathers
when i falsely still this body
my politics include
not mythologizing my[]self
so i keep mythologizing
my anatomy instead
i have been substellar object
at magical realist night club
i have been biggest nightingale
& red dwarf, smallest star, pants off
in love with earth
i feel ashamed for abusing my lungs
so much in my poems
i really am sorry
you just happened to be
both voice & water
& anger diluted, forced to symbol
i can’t help it
i hold obfuscation poetics
between my teeth, wench weapon
in the very same breath
i overuse mouth as a verb
swallowing nod to lungs
i am officiating an ongoing divorce
the ceremonious split between
my[]self & body, protruding
blank space in reflexive
meant to be whole
my language is no bridge
& i feel like no bridge
i perform
similes in sonic polysemy
to try to cement my real
winged flesh, multi-facet
& then i fail, am failing
it’s always hard not to make
of myself many sutured analogies
t.r. san is a transsexual lesbian lover, shrinking space, public construction site, & many other things.