BIO
Taylor Heywood (they/them or she/her) is a queer, trans, femme poet, community organizer, and activist from the occupied land now known as Kitchener-Waterloo. Taylor pulls from personal experiences with gender identity, sexuality, and mental illness to provide a raw, authentic portal into their life, and to educate people through the art of poetry. Weaving together personal experiences, a knowledge that comes from years of experience, and a delicate understanding of the beauty of language, Taylor creates poetry that breaks your heart and holds your hand as you stitch it back together. |
(Dis)comfort
He touched me and now I fear comforting hands. He touched me and now I fear comforting hands will travel too far. |
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I think a few stars escaped from your eyes. I saw them on your bathroom tiles. A glistening dissonance. I wonder which ones will birth disaster. There's beauty in a supernova. The way a star loves space so intimately it can't help but be drawn to it in all directions. Destruction of all around it so its elements can foster things anew. Stars only worry about how parts will be reused. A DIY after the RIP. Mom. I still remember the day you exploded. Destroying all of you so I could grow. I am a forest that has been clear cut. I am an apartment building levelled to the ground. You are the remnants of majesty. A whisper of beauty. You gave me your ribs as shelter. Your eyes as clarity. Your blood to run rivers. Your parts become my parts. Why is your death so beautiful? A glistening dissonance. I think a few stars escaped your eyes. I keep them in a jar to remind me of your light. |