it's about identity theft

sebastian nguyet snow

cover photo by abhi velaga

I guess it’s hard about to write about the boxes I check off on a resume,

as hard it is to write about the veins i bleed from

or maybe it is all inept;

i lose blood but i don’t lose my body

i don’t lose the flesh that binds me

‘asian lady’ or the brain that builds me

‘scared little boy’

question: is it my curves that make me trans

or the fact that i hate them?

and does it make me more or less jewish to know

that nobody can tell?

and is it worthwhile to read this

are you a frankenstein, a mutt like me

lapping at the water of the womb

are you tired of all these questions

try being your own

are you angry that i’m angry

try staying awake