essa MAY ranapiri
how chemicals in the body behave during a second puberty
we drift into another’s sex levels hormones colonize the body –
that have hair fat with ‘female’ storage,
the including growth, of this sugar sex di hydro testosterone
breast change, the stubbing pain behind the nipple
into steroids the characteristics become their own morphology
messengers have sex and die along these strains.
The different types divide, burning estrogens in an oil lamp: regulate estradiol,
Changing associated with positive growth A various reproduction.
This one is taking it from me
The taken sex inside progestagens: of hair unwanted of hair cast off
the levels Generally remain static, in distribution,
grow bone as a tin can
help the muscle get higher
in tribute to born cells tell the metabolism, fuck puberty have at it!
ignore the other drive, voice and characteristics to hormones develop there
ovaries/testicles, feed on the slash
function, and make three mass, pulverised in the cell
and organs part de hydro epi androsterone
a chemical body
progesterone sex etc.).
levels, categories and sex
androgen in the genitals,
blood dripping from ‘males’ leaning into the slot
a naturally like-this-way body
higher sex will change
testosterone, thirst, functions, tend to gender. Like a plant in a pot next to a heater.
SHE CUT HER FACE SHAVING
the smeared blood / flat down caught
over creases in the neck / the base
of the chin / the pencil skirt / the
short / cut / the hair / the straight
lines of the jaw / that testosterone
bought her / the droplets glistening / about
her adam’s apple / quivering to the beat
of her / lateness / twenty years
late to work in / the morning
MARKETING FOR THE FUCKING KOCH FAMILY
my heart is a poem assembled by the Coca-Cola marketing board
each dry syllable pumped into a vat of focus groups
lonely not alone a tv pushed into the spaces of my brain
this will get the audience desire – the seasons lily-white shallows
a haiku to quench my thirsty bones – shuffle used caps into my lower intestines and move
the line breaks along predetermined paths
make me saleable and sealable in plastic coat
make me say as little as possible with my thumbs straight up
adverts for joy gap-toothed – the real happiness that hides in the lining of my waist
has thirty valuable clinks to it perhaps like iambic
the unstress stress of the words
and the repetition really rip good sense into the thought process
material is what i am to want
and am to be
unlid my liquid
essa may ranapiri /// trans po-et /// they-them-theirs
‘whale & harpoon’ as metaphor for the ?self? no certainty like un certainty they will write until they are dead [has words in Mayhem, Brief, Geometry, Poetry NZ, Starling, Them]