2 Poems//mk zariel

principled 

grass paths converging into derivative art, problematic
advice echoing through the air. i ask my friend how to
talk to girls & she speaks of primal chaos & i wonder if
this is why she doesn't socialize herself. so eventually 

there is a trance state, a 5am flashback-haze, a lingering scent
in the air that reminds me of a thousand people at
once—there is the ill-dated chase that always ends with a
sinking into iridescent static and longings with the loud
silence of an entity who 

only wants to talk to you, she swears—but to her
talking is an ultimatum, a beautiful one. the ground is
lurid here, filled with the neon of others' imaginations
the perfection of others' social medias and the
crushing 

knowledge that i know her too well to trust
her— the inversion is blinding in its glow, the
void 

turned inside out and made a home 
and she remains here. she only wants 
to hang—out.

what if we transitioned by the taco bell float 

at a heavily policed parade that's literally just traffic— 

what if we discovered our new genders among 

slogans and apologia, if we found community 

among random straight people who we know 

only attended Pride to score a bunch of free shit. 

what if we were undone by the taco bell float 

briefly questioned what the LGB has become, why we're abandoned

or quietly, discreetly cast aside 

we are unworthy of a photo op, unworthy of the glamazon castoffs

the cardboard cutouts meant to resemble trans futures 

what if we disappeared and nobody noticed 

due to the presence of the taco bell float? i bet they wouldn't care

for they can't categorize us into the target pride collection,

its beige with a single rainbow stripe, or the target social media, or

the targets of bigotry—for the two genders are a marketing campaign—and 

the forgotten. what if pride was never a riot 

but instead a doom loop of 

heat exhaustion and inevitable breakups and 

the creeping despair of knowing 

that even our own community ignores us.

mk zariel {it/its + masc terms} is a transmasculine neuroqueer theater artist, Best Of The Net and Monarch Award nominated poet, movement journalist, and BashBack aligned anarchist. it is fueled by folk-punk, Emma Goldman, and existential dread. the author of VOIDGAZING (2026, Whittle Micropress) and BOY APPARITION (2025, Vinegar Press), it can be found online at https://mkzariel.carrd.co/, creating conflictually queer-anarchic spaces, writing columns for Asymptote and the Anarchist Review of Books, and being mildly feral in the great lakes region. it is kinda gay ngl.

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