# poems · page 4

## [“in   your<br> ideal world,<br> what   does<br> the  future<br> of   gender<br> look  like”](https://chromato.graphics/ideal-world)

gender      abolition  
pronoun  coronation  
human       elocution  
border    dissolution

frequent faggotry  
gorgeous    gayety

sacred   impiety  
campy pageantry

constant  questioning  
mutual strengthening

boundary   trespassing  
differents   welcoming

## [bioavailable](https://chromato.graphics/bioavailable)

there’s always a question  
when i come into contact  
with the substance of you.

how much of you can i absorb?  
when you enter my bloodstream,  
swim my veins where they lead.

the longer your half-life,  
the more i’ll feel you there,  
coursing through my core.

the closer your shape  
gets to nature, the better  
i can fully take you in.

drink you or swallow you  
or let you dissolve under  
my tongue every day as

you transform me with  
area under your curves.  
when is my next dose?

## [atlantic<br>  pacific](https://chromato.graphics/atlantic-pacific)

i often wake three hours before  
your sunrise calls for a response  
logbook already soaked with ink  
we laugh, but even if we could,  
_why constrain our outporings?_

one winter day you ask for  
notes on undersea strings  
aware of both the timbre  
and tempo of these songs  
we start singing together

i fall into an evening rhythm  
talking and yes moaning into  
the phonograph, my head then  
swallowed by the brassy cone  
our voices sound better inside

when you open your ears again  
there’s so much weather to hear :  
wind and rain and quiet calm that  
lasts too long and means too much  
we keep sailing even without a map

true, land divides us more than sea,  
but these two coasts call to us both  
maybe it’s the sirens or the sounds  
of wavecrash against the shore —  
the dangers of unfathomed depths

## [accident(ily)](https://chromato.graphics/accidentily)

one fifty-four  
is not the hour  
to send texts,  
no autocorrect

risky confessions  
clipped affections  
dimmed i love you’s  
from neon rooms

could be a typo  
should i just lol  
or say her name,  
reply the same?

an oops can’t erase  
the thrumming bass  
as juniper slips  
from her bruised lips

tripping on her tongue  
_fuck. uhh. drunk. umm._  
not that  
not yet

or at least —  
not like this