I’m queer like little green aliens

Smoking hookah and partying in Mars.

I’m queer like abolish the police

The border patrol and abolish

Darth Vader’s Galactic Empire.

I’m queer like burning these systems to the ground

to build a new world and a destiny not bound by fate.

I’m queer like a beaming spaceship

Traversing galaxies

Breaking the rules of gravity and space and time.

I’m queer like demands for land back

Black reparations and class warfare

Like emancipatory internationalism

And the rainbow colors

Of the Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers.

I’m queer like Free the Moon and Mars

From neo-colonizer billionaires like Bezos or Musk

Like Free Palestine, Puerto Rico, and the Galactic Republic.

I’m queer like October 6th in Back to the Future

And June 28th Stonewall riots, when brown, black hands

Served bricks… cracking dirty, police windshields.

I am queer like the right to migrate

The right to remain / return / exist /       resist

  invasion, transphobia, and illegal occupations.

I am queer like the birth

Of a new star, or a second Big Bang

Queer like the Mexican mother

of 43 Ayotzinapa students

wailing in hope and despair

with a declaration, of intergalactic proportions:

“They tried to bury us,

but they didn’t know

   that we                             were [moonflower] seeds!”