Material Subjects
A Poetry Collection
I am an Egg
Where is the plane where my sight lives
Can a feeling be felt without feelingEverything yearns for a bodyI yearn for a body I can live inIn the beginning there was an egg
I am an egg
I am a text I am revealed I am God
When Sarah prays it is a tight feeling in her chest
When I pray it is like casting a net from my center of gravity
Then the wind chimes in and I feel less alone
Jules fears from his lower belly
I fear from the top of my spine
Light is a unicorn between mirrors
Life begins at reception
Can I be received?
Self-reflected, light lives on forever.
____This is the Me I Know
This is the Me I know
The Orange Moon
Green Night
Single Cricket MeThe listen to quiet
Notice a branch shake
Pray on a truck Me
The sitting alone
Clicking to darkness
Dancing with harshness
Ready to love
Willing to stretch
Tough yet soft Me
The Me who asks, the Me who cares, the Me who lives, the Me who Is

Binaries are Hard to Break
Binaries are hard to break
When something is at stake____
O Hi CloudHit me in the backHide your faceShow me your nature
Flap through likeOh my god hi cloud danger
Touch your side
that’s a lump
Bite my neckthat’s a bump
Lick my handSing along to the compressor___Forest Bathing for a Trans Kid
Today I climbed a tree
And kissed its bearded skinIt hugged with me the wind as if to say
I’ll be your missing father
Prayerfully I pulled it close
And promised to love it like we used to____Disorientation Super Highway
Cruise slowly
At the speed of
Hurtle safely
Towards the boundary thenRide gently
Through the backbone til
There is light
At the end of the tunnel_______

Hug me God
hug me god to a snowbank
freeze the seat of myself to a pressure line
wind in English means wind
coming with it is ever speech____
Infinite I’s
I am me and you are you
The universe loves
Different points of view____
Wind to my Neck
Wind to my neck: accept, accept
This world on your neck, my neck the breeze
My neck the breeze, a chance to feel
The silence of endless rotation
Forming itself again and again,
Life has a habit of happening
Has it a neck, the sand? The wind?
An ear for the feeling of rain?
Come back, come back
They yell from the shore, there’s work to be done and it’s late
Work to be done together for sure, no islands no metal clouds
Opening up a vulnerable soul, sound touches me at a distanceWind to my neck, the world in our skin
Our skin the stake of resistance___

I’m Done Playing Doctor
I’m done playing doctor
I’m done playing witch
Instead, I’ll just give you a little piece of me
I cant be your sister
And I won't be your father
But I will say a little prayer of peace for you
And you know I’d roll down hills for you
And you know that I’d take pills for you
Yea you know I’d do anything at all
So I’ll stop playing doctor
And I’ll start playing your wife
TogetherWe can work towards a better kind of life___
Experimental Evidence for the Potential Role of Synchrony as a Relational Code
Place your self at the back of your skull
Imagine a time when you've felt at home
Allow your image to take a walk
Make it come back to you more slowly
Place your self at the front of your skull
Allow time to shake with urgency
Say to yourself five times:
We will not be governed thusly
We will live an art of existence
Loose yourself upon the field
Feel to the place where arrows meet
Shatter your self across the cranial ridge
Plant a seed where your brain used to beRetrace the path of broken points
Does power limit what your subject can be?
Sew up the gaps between knowledge and strength
You are and are not a waveform