night-sky-colored eyes encircled
by stalks of dancing eyelashes
she stares at passersby in the street
speaking a language without words
herd of willing humans at her hooves
she leads us in silence prancing
past admiration and disapproval alike
explaining how animals are individuals too
and how the earth is queer as hell
did you know that becoming female
is the highest form of existence for clownfish
she asks before taking us to the grocery store
and screaming at the top of her lungs at
the aisle displaying her dead kin
she ends our walk with a song so sweet
an outpouring of love and rage so thick
that we can feel the big bang she longs for
the making over of our planet
like asteroids colliding in the marrow of our bones
daring us to re-constellate the world as we know it