Mar
22
HOW IDENTITY CAN BE CONSTRUED THROUGH IDENTITY
You my sparkled moneybag in
the afternoon, you my rustic belt around
a rustic jean dress, you know salt too well and water
too soon. Gather those armies
little flashdancing bobcat, the lotion
ran out on your mummy hands and today
comes with argument, another
form in a list of forms getting much more flabby with every
reiteration of the nude.
At night I don’t watch you
I breathe.
This is the apocryphal section of the cheer:
Here on we bodily commingle and decontextualize the differences
inherent in the differences in the systems
of faceless limbs.
I can’t fight this without figuring you for gone.
I need some new
group dynamic to make
this place pop.
Get sick of all slop and tiredness.
