

I Too Have Been the Girl by Topaz Winters
"Nothing canyon in me. I keep
time in subway stops, scoff at
the aeons between flesh
& its consequence of plastic.
Everything I eat runs
through me as pity.


Poetry Books by Trans, Nonbinary, & Genderqueer Writers for The Sealey Challenge
It's time for another year of The Sealey Challenge , a reading challenge created by Nicole Sealey in 2017. This following list offers 31...


The Minnie Riperton Collection by Joy Priest
"This is how I imagine you
up there: — finally crowned in ecstatic gold
tinsel, perched on a copper
velvet throne. Little
lounging angel, the size of a flower vase,
even the big beasts purr
in harmony."


The Days On Which Trans Women (I) win by Zuggie Tate
"When the whole world comes around to see what she’s seen all along
When the universe arches its back and corrects itself
When each breath is only for her to control
She wins, alive again in a world that barely noticed
the victories but wouldn’t be the same if ever she had lost"


"did you miss him" by Justice Ameer
"i lie with a liar’s longing on my hips asking
myself if i was too hard on a foolish boy or
simply too giving in my desperate theater, i’ve
always mirrored the girls on stage who command
applause with desire"


Cupressus sempervirens by Shelley Wong
"It is also a tree of mourning: Apollo changed a handsome boy into a cypress after he accidentally kills his stag
At dusk, the deer parade the lawn
Traces of sweet perfume in late fall
At the Temple of Love, sculpted snarling men spit into a fountain"


Precipice by RL Wheeler
" i remember
my name & listen to its sound
collapse in midair: spine snapped
in half: small bird escaping
that cavernous nothing
inside me"


Wie groß wie klein by Logan February
“I needed a body to begin with a body to pull apart weep over contend With a body I would need to finally make my own”


The ones you pick clean by No'u Revilla
“How do you break in
to your own body? Find a mirror that hasn’t killed you. Dreams
don’t come quietly. Be careful with the ones you pick clean."


Two Poems by Misha Ponnuraju
“I am warned against bathing
in this darkness but instead I escort my past outside
to witness that which purges us.
I am asked to let go
