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texture of a mushroom
Talk about your fleshy. Reference your spores, your fungus, the underside of your gills. Are you with or without stems. Do you bear fruit and what do you cultivate. Are you a toadstool. A chanterelle. A boy. An oyster. A hen of the woods. A girl. A portabello marinated in jerk sauce. Are you a hybrid. Black trumpet. Porcini. Intersex. Are you gourmet and expensive. Do they call you truffle. Are you confusing and blurry. Are they slapping you into boxes. Do you grow in bunches. Are you white or beige or grey. Do you hunt hair or does it mount your cheeks without injections. Are you meaty. Is your texture dense or slippery. How about enoki.Transgender. Would you announce yourself as smoky and desirable. Gender non-conforming. Are you poisonous or trying to exist within all these confirmations. How about bumpy or uneven. Genderqueer. How far will you commit to this appearance. Will you starve. Will you boil. Will you remove. Will you steam. Will you inject. Will you pickle. Will you pass. Will you braise. Will you bind. Will you sear. Will you rename. Will you raw. Will you risk. Will you sauté. Will you carve out. Will you conform. Will you confirm. Will you hold it all inside. Will you bruise. Will you odor. Will you nourish. Will you go on.
Aimee Herman is a Brooklyn-based poet and performance artist looking to disembowel the architecture of gender and what it means to queer the body on and off the page. Find Aimee's poems in Troubling the Line: Trans and Genderqueer Poetry and Poetics (Nightboat Books) and in the full-length collection of poems, "to go without blinking" (BlazeVOX books),and "meant to wake up feeling" (great weather for MEDIA). Read more at aimeeherman.wordpress.com.
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