If We Are All Just God in Drag After Baba Ram Dass Then I will paint my lips with your poetry, batting eyes at the singularity of a millenia– This shade always looks so good on you. Pluck stars from the sky and sew into the fabric of a time when I last felt this beautiful. You know, it’s breathtaking. I can hum a tune that will set even the most doubtful tongue aflame. Sit trembling in this blessed creation. I, who speaks truth into life, who molds the earth within my hands. No golden idol can outshine this glory. Our becoming is the most tender act, watch curve and angle bless the ground you walk. Remember when everything was beautiful?
Carson Elliot (they/them) is a nonbinary poet and educator living in Nashville, TN after spending many years in the quiet corners of Northeast Ohio. Their work focuses on the intersections of transness, spirituality, the natural world, and questions of becoming. Their work can be found in publications such as Samfiftyfour, Pile Press, Third Iris, Fifth Wheel Press, and New Note Poetry. Carson lives with their cat, Toast. Instagram: @heyitscarsonk