A collection of poems chronicling the trans people murdered in 2020.
from Cautiously Watching for Violence: "A psychic once said that I have the unique aura / of those who in their lifetimes migrate from male / to female. I knew this to be true, having known / myself a boy and then riding that knowing into puberty, / confused in skirts and fishnets and desert boots. / Crushes on girls. / With cheekbones like knives. / Who pushed int my lavatory stall. / Who let me wear her leather jacket. / Who was pregnant and married at 17. / Whose hair I stroked by flashlight. / Who embarrassed my dreams with longing."
from Selena Reyes-Hernandez, 37, Chicago, IL, May 31: "Selena, everything about this is wrong, murdered for being trans / by an 18-year-old—it's hard to say man—high school student / who lived two blocks away from you and owned the Luger / he killed you with after coming home with you for sex."
from Aja Raquelle Rhone-Spears, 34, Portland, OR, July 28: "Rocky, if I may call you that, your sense of fashion / is apparent in every photo. It's clear that you were vigilant / about your looks: clothes, makeup, hair, nothing to murder / you for. A month has passed, and still the Portland police / hold no one accountable. There's no more protest / for you, despite being killed by an anonymous brutality."