my father holds my hand while i eat at the seder
i say next year in egypt i’ll be better
manna was nothing but a gift
my grandfathers didn’t get so stupid about being skinny
i love mandarin cookies and munchies
ha-esh v’hayare’ah
i love boyhood and yellow dresses and
razor scootering in a yellow dress
soft-serve chirping water balloons splashing
stared down by the ancient man
i want an ancient man
don’t you want to run away with me???
the gps breathes yellow datura
time is a fat beautiful chickpea stew
blissful of that God of a clock
God lives tits out in the ocean
the earth is intersex manhood is a girl the prettiest girl actually
when the poppers hit i felt like
a swarm of beelight in the swarmy sun
giggling okay feeling okay girl in a boyish swarm
a planet planet lemon limonene and ugly sort of way
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Micah Robert Marks Buchman (he/him) is a New Yorker attending college in Claremont, California. He creates collages about transgender existence and God, kisses his friends on the mouth, and enjoys people-watching on the subway. His poems have been featured in magazines including Carrion Press, New Words Press, ¡Pa’Lante!, and Same Faces Collective.