I’m Like If Mary Oliver Had Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder
By Rose Zinnia
A busted self-blazon / infodump in memes
i’m evolving from sadtrans to joytrans & g-d is my pokémon trainer
i only expect i will have a final form by the circumstance of my being
perishable when i enter a room my brain calculates how many ppl might be clocking me & how
i am trying to let wonder & uncertainty dom me every day
sometimes i’m feral napcore audhd hyporheic cloudleaf unmasked pilled
tbh i’m not even trans i’m a sheaf of blessings that makes a soft noise when you strum it
when we trace back our wound to root it becomes unwound it mutates into grace
catch me divinizing the quotidian by becoming obsessed w this river-smoothed stone i found
i fully expect a mycelial network to fall in love w me for some reason
my/your face a coven of we a listening beyond the comprehensible
it is not enough to love the earth i must merge my body w hers entirely
i’m like if love were a kind of esoteric circle that exploded every six months & was also a woman
looking back i’m jealous all my bullies insisted i was a girl before i did
the word bad comes from the old english bæddel meaning hermaphrodite (pejorative)
attention is the beginning of devotion is something mary oliver said
my body being stored within the word bad is a form of devotion
my attention is both deficient & hyperactive i.e. i am touchingfeeling everything constant
devotion is the practice of belonging is something the earth cosplaying as me said
as a joytrans my special pokèmon moves are witness & surrender
i think i am just trying to have a nice day most of the time but i am open to bæddel days too
the coolest thing ab me is probably when you google my name
you are met only w flowers
Source: Poetry (April 2025)