Are You Hearing It Now?

after movement   rejoining the still

breath catches    in the particulars       

little snores mean   you haven’t 

died in your sleep   rain that

touches    everything yes now    

on shore we praise the iconic 

intro of dance with somebody     

east river cruise boat party   our ears 

autofilled   it was girls just wanna have 

fun on the rocks cops hassle 

girls with beer cans   we watch 

til they move on   something’s 

swelling   warning in the water

a man    too close looking too much

whatever that sounds like   amygdala 

firing sounds like oh fuck

subway jackhammer panic     

my pulse with it   I don’t hear 

with bluebells my   peripherals    

but other sounds that   probably 

not or probably   shoulder me

on the train   mutter why ya 

standing there faggot   instead

of screaming worldlessly   or pulling

out your dick   our sleeping shoulders

but if it were or would that   hand 

sliding down pole   stepping off 

to allow if instead    when I get to what

are we willing to give up if  we gets

bigger for real    the real whitney     

key change lifts me up to meet it

soughing    little frogs    purring

wind shivers    fur brushing fur

it’s ok    it’s ok    it’s ok

–with Pauline Oliveros

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Charles Theonia

Charles Theonia is a poet from Brooklyn, where they are working to externalize interior femme landscapes. They are the author of art book Saw Palmettos, on hormones, community, and the brain-time continuum (Container, 2018). With ray ferreira and Abigail Lloyd, they coedit Femmescapes, a magazine of queer and trans affinities with femmeness.