Two Poems by Jaxx Davis

Jaxx Davis

Jaxx Davis (they/them) is a trans fat queercrip writer, artist and activist. They often combine those elements and create around their live experiences as well as the state of the world. Jaxx unfortunately has multiple experiences around sexual assault, abuse, domestic abuse, and incest, so those themes regularly pop up in their work. Being mostly bedridden due to their disabilities, they mostly create from their bed.

Belief

It's the position you like best.

Me on my knees,

my head facing west.

(East is too religious.)

It's the position you like best.

My legs buckling down,

right down into the glass.

(Oh yes it's so religious.)

So pious when you ignore my no,

or shower me with anger when you don't. 

Who would have known?

Not God that's for sure.

Is my crying like a prayer to you?

Like a river that my tears flow into?

My life is wires that snapped too soon. 

My heart a sacrifice that elevated the mood.

It's a burning for which you asked.

My skin is flaking apart

as you take me to task.

(Just so I could lose your God.)

It's a burning for which you asked.

I don't know where to start

this never ending set of tests 

(I wonder if you think you're God).

So pious when you enter from behind. 

I could scream but you would not mind.

I am lost to the ticking of time

and the heater in front of my face.

The grates turned to ice, stopped keeping me warm.

Holding my story in the steel of their arms.

Why did the heater once so strong

have to stop looking like God?

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This was not what made me queer.