Apples by Tom Dyne.
My brother thought that he might burn the fairy out of me when we were children. Common wisdom held that a fairy would reveal itself if held to flames or iron. Then it would cry out in its own wicked tongues, leave the home it had invaded, and return the rightful child from its realm. My brother tested for my sinister nature with the hot end of a fireplace poker.
"insomnia, homer, canvas tight / half this list these ships this night" A rhymed version of a Mandelstam poem.
Four conversations with trans people about whether they want to have children: Pakistani social services, Aleksandra Kollontai, Ursula Le Guin, non-nuclear families, hysterectomies, RyanAir, estrogen, lactation, Paris is Burning, Lee Edelman, breeders, communes, and utopia.
