Kai Cheng Thom

It was everyone’s.

So I wrote. I wrote as though I might be casting a spell or chanting a religious litany. I wrote as though poetry and prayer might mean the same thing, as if words might reconnect me with what I once considered my unshakable relationship with the human divine.

Love letters to weirdos and monsters, to transphobes and racists, to
everyone and everything I have ever had trouble holding in my heart.

is painful because i never know how much of what people see when they look at me is actually me, and how much is the ghost of a monstrous transsexual they carry around in their heads.