crisscross
a glitching hologram, he says,
when she asks what it feels like,
or grotesquely melting paraffin
from a boy shaped candle;
it feels like peacock plumage
in neon, like spock at a star wars
convention; it feels, he says,
quietly obscene, absurd, overexposed
it feels, it feels, it feels
wrong
Nyx Lewis-Schmidt is a queer, trans non-binary, autistic, disabled poet. When speaking fails them, they find their voice in poetry. Their book, Claimings and Other Wild Things is out now.