Make the page argue
Every clipping has a job: name the lie, mark the bruise, demand the room.
Toner still wet
copied after midnight, passed hand to hand
Don’t ask permission
Pass the mic sideways
Print fifty copies, trade them after practice, credit every hand in ink.
Noise is evidence
Leave toner drag, tape seams, and typos where the machine tells the truth.
Move the unheard up front
Put queer, furious, tender voices first before the room edits them quiet.