Throwing away old mail that still gets sent to me with my deadname old name on it.
I refuse to use language transgenders insist on using to dictate how discussions their mandates go.

I see your name on the letter.
You haven’t lived here for years.
Why do they keep sending mail to you?
The letter ripped in half, then into the scrap heap.
You’re dead to me … their view of you was never me.
Let your deception of me never more be.

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