Author’s Prayer

by Ilya Kaminsky

If I speak for the dead, I must leave
this animal of my body,

I must write the same poem over and over,
for an empty page is the white flag of their surrender.

If I speak for them, I must walk on the edge
of myself, I must live as a blind man

who runs through rooms without
touching the furniture.

Yes, I live. I can cross the streets asking “What year is it?”
I can dance in my sleep and laugh

in front of the mirror.
Even sleep is a prayer, Lord,

I will praise your madness, and
in a language not mine, speak

of music that wakes us, music
in which we move. For whatever I say

is a kind of petition, and the darkest
days must I praise.

“Author’s Prayer” from Dancing in Odessa.

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I must have more of this poetry.
I must.
I must and I will

get used to it

We’re not here for the comfort of those who are more interested in tone-policing instead of working to fight injustice. We will continue to speak truth to power and against injustice loudly, firmly, and clearly and need neither their permission nor their approval to do so. pic.twitter.com/DTqKKZfpej

— State Senator Erika Geiss (SD06) (@SenErikaGeiss) April 27, 2022

“There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.”

— Beau Taplin

I think the little bit of hurt is well worth it. Don’t you?

Dear Ms. Angela:

Thank you!

Thank you for giving me the courage and guidance on this journey of acceptance and freedom. Thank you for showing me Isabella and helping me experience femininity. Thank you for helping me realize pussy was never for me and that cock is beautiful and should be worshiped by me. Thank you for all the shopping trips and for picking out such lovely, cute, and sexy items. Thank you for making my device permanent now! Thank you for helping me experience girly pleasures and forgetting the boy way. Thank you for helping me with my weight loss and trying to get that girly figure. Thank you for all the imprinting and helping me rid myself of boy thoughts. Thank you for accepting my submission to you. Thank you for wanting this all for me and enjoying it. Thank you for guiding me to make what was formerly my cock small, cute and useless. Thank you for helping me realize I now have a pussy that craves cock. Thank you for showing me that I truly love eating my cum. Thank you for all the girly products to help me look pretty.

Most of all, thank you, Ms. Angela, for teaching me to to be who I am and to love who I am.

Always & gratefully yours,
Isabella

(Thank you for this lovely missive, Issie. I am delighted with who you’ve become. Your joy is contagious,aand your heart is so grateful that I am, indeed, one lucky Mistress,)