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On Correcting Pronouns Over Zoom

A Poem about the frustration of being trans in a fast paced virtual space


By Kendall Packman (They/Them)



 

The sound cut out.

what did he say?


//***// will hear more about this.

NoNoNonoNononoNonoNo

moment’s gone sit in disgust

can’t react in the moment it’s on a delay


it had passed and ended before it reached my ears


light from a faraway sun burns me



fuckfuckfuckfuck

I WANTED TO SAY SOMETHING.


but I sat on mute


Someone else corrected him in the chat

I want an apology I will not get one

If I did, it wouldn’t fix anything

I did not get one


your language gives away what you think of me

my instinct is to leave

walk away. but I can’t do that

not virtually.


the hollows of my cheeks are hot and my heart is in my ears.

I am angry

your words betray you

I am not who you say I am




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