QUEERING MODES
sun square on stomach
the charming ring of blinds I mount the feeling with staggering reluctance, stumble on the threshold, trip my gown howm I gonna robiticise this sentence and get snapcash deposit *now* I DON’T MEAN RHINESTONES a plasty will do just fine …
How to Make Whips
Take skin fold, rub and hold it. Plaiting across and down the spine, the legs. Left to right. Tighten the plait occasionally, if needed. Bring all out into an open space, trees, sound of a creek, dawn birds. Pull skin …
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in the panic cathedral of the divine ratio in laon where uncanny angels sing mall music for the devout i leave my body behind the umbra of me —a dark ghost rising— ascending in perfect spirals of slowfast intensities into …
Spoken
we tried to write bodies but they only smoked out into dry curses, no wetness, blood or meat like this. i nurse sorrow behind my teeth, until it turns hot – we could be forgotten, imagine – no trace or …
House
The clothes are unwell Note the hinges that close the door Knock a wall to its knees Move the furniture about Stretch the words Learn comfort in failure Or sign a new lease New and cruel windows Just one body …
in this community
Boonwurrung country June 2017 mutual suspicion in this community whitefella owned homes gated & locked blackfella hired house magpie-guarded sugared study afternoons walks on dusk scaling fences & stretching thick-grassed vacant lots trespassing to find the ocean waves eating activewear …
Garden Musings
1. his racism compels an energy that grows me a garden his Team Australia digs my shovel deeper his Northern Territory Intervention layers my compost-pile higher his Operation Sovereign Borders pulls my noxious-weeds faster his Forced Closure of Remote Aboriginal …
Motion
I still think of how this road was made for us. The sun is different here. Wear our love like a talisman, ward off the lines I wrote to demarcate you from me. They aren’t incarnations to summon you. I …
Binding
Today it is raining and I am glad for this falling down house that still keeps the wet out. I write in pyjamas. I write with a mosquito bite on the arch of my left foot. I write with a …
TIDE
Who named you White hot strike? Decided this here: Touch each of my hairlines Who spoke of clean cut or dash or steel-toed? As though you don’t crawl beneath the carpet Rotten space you’ll smell for the rest of days …
Sometimes we meet in hotels
I Which brings us to the strap-on— thrusting manufactured without the shame of connected tissue— and, accordingly, my gaze which he has named demonic. II From the Greek daimonikos. Opened for gloating spear twelve floors in sleepless indigo. Above sin, …
