Connor Weightman



Clouds

when we broke i tried to write a poem commemorating the occasion. i wanted to say our time was worth remembering, but rushing forward i braised it in salty voiced sea metaphors , you, it, me, us , the horrifying …

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Magnet Theory

i. this is the last time i try & turn us into the ocean. i want to be wave motion but know shitting & sweating are the same pack aged par cel complete with Atlantic origin story, each cell repeating …

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Tokyo Plushie

i can remember you smoking. the yakitori diner warm light in narita. confessing that my heartbeat feels uncomfortable. consonants skipping, fetishising language, realising repeatedly that i am mostly mechanical. all told there is no irony. i cannot see the cinema, …

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