Mushroom

I identify as the forest’s anonymous mushroom, 

A natural queer, neither flora nor fauna,

a non-binary enigma, 

Reproducing in the quietude of asexual murmurs. 

I intersect with the solitude of female introvert and the stillness of the immobile, 

In decayed soils rich with death, weaving my threadlike dreams across hundreds of square miles beneath. 

Do not press the button, 

millions spores will slip into the shadows, 

Carried by the wind where boundaries blur and silence calls out. 

All mushrooms are palatable; some are palatable only once.

Mediation 

I lay bare my position—  

Exhale

my decolonization,

Inhale  

my restoration. 

Undoing a woman,

Unlearning my name,

Unwriting my script.

In unbecoming,

a silent activist,  

I perform my daily revolution.