Chris Tse



Female impersonator holding long gloves

(after Diane Arbus) as for loops we return only when the cymbal crash decays into memory then once more a young man fills the room making it his center for erasure—rebirth—disguise be it entering under layers of borrowed silk or …

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Belated Backstory

There were animals. They came to me with their bloodstained murmurs choking the night, the weight of misery a gloom in their throats. Beasts of all shapes and mythologies scratching at the soil around my grave, each one driven by …

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