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Madeleine Poole

another trans friend asked me why are we all so obsessed with cyborgs

& another time asked about tattoos. later I added hook-handed pirates

& body horror. I guess modifications are legs shaken from their sea

sleep. the ways our bodies alchemize themselves. a final girl runs

from the slaughterhouse. or the mansion on a great hill of blood. or her own

apartment off king street. threat of meathook & cleaver propels her

animal unmaking. she’ll survive. just to survive. which is why it’s pleasurable.

to watch her stretch herself from the bear trap. I would’ve given in.

willingly. pick me. I beg the cannibal in the cupboard. unmake me. fumble

in basements. keep spackle on hand. hope for body rot. un-safe

myself. the audience jeers. waits for the virgin with long hair. even if

I qualify for final I’ve trans-ed out of girl. no one cares enough

to kill me. not even me. even if the door in the mountain let me in.

I’d have to bring this tired body.


Madeleine Poole is a genderqueer poet and MFA candidate at The University of North Carolina Greensboro. Their work is featured in storySouth.

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