Nubs of bone like molars grow inside my mucuous membranes – rasp your tongue against my palate, push fingers inside my mouth, reach inside, trigger my gag reflex it is the most intimate please click fingernails against nubs – try to tease out new growth, pinch and pull splinters like rabbits from a hat, put them in a carefully padded box with your other treasures, save my DNA for what will be coming. Lick my back, gently chew to soften the ridges ease the pain, I am turning – it is the act that confers closeness shared across a chasm of species please do not be afraid of hurting me – you have yet to reach the part where you will need to wrench the wings out of my torso in order to preserve me for further acts of love. One foot on my back please grab hold of the protrusions, wipe your hands on your trousers – your grip is slick with sweat and you cuss please words keep me tethered to existence yank my bones telescoping hang me from the ceiling by my new-formed limbs please hold me swear and whisper that you will keep me close to the body heat of your exertion, my face against your shirt sprinkled with my blood – smear it into curlicues, we are fluid-bonded and now I know you will stay by my side across the expanses of space and time, help me through whichever change comes next.
Bogi Takács is a Hungarian Jewish agender trans person currently living in the US. Eir work has been published in venues like Clarkesworld, Strange Horizons and Apex. Eir website is at www.prezzey.net and you can find em on Twitter as @bogiperson. E also reviews books focusing on marginalized authors at Bogi Reads the World.