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SEX MACHINES
Laura writes of realism as verisimilitude in drag
we’re talking about the terror of beauty
Tracing the edges of the empty space in u
In us self-satisfied pleasure in the resistance
Let’s Play Tag Online
‘The clouds molest me in the baroque dark’
In our edgy sentimentalism beautyalways strikes a nerve
Monochrome femme, animal print readjusted to hide our waste
Pubes disappearing behind a tiny silk line
The sexiness of an indentation which seems like a history we can trust
What’s terrible about this look?
What does your end feel like?
Resigned to a digital gallery we just swipe through
A sparse no man’s land where the air is drowned in lotion
Metallic water streaming down a plastic curtain
Something hard falling out of something soft
Bottom just an abstraction, a fossil liquid, a taxonomy
So much lotion it’s all feeling
Like a spongy dessert
Dripping sauce and reduction
When scale is discarded our profile becomes landscape
fuck me
fuck you
Receptivity is a blessing from the outside in
The simplicity of back, back, forth obliterating
Our ass an oubliette
Compact and black as a bible
I was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up
A farmer’s daughter
A blood red barn door
Melting into the decor, all denim and ponytails
More than just corn-fed
In the penultimate scene of your fantasy
The world had ended and we hadn’t noticed
In high school I was melancholic
A hired hand trudging through a hypnotic abyss of showtunes
The bad romance of Scott Walker singing “Black Sheep Boy”
I knew something heavenly had to be coming
a sickly funnel spinning above our head
This green expanse is not a sign of health
between the subject and object there’s a love that negates itself
A myth born of the need to compare pleasures
We keep it in a hidden place, I wanted everything to be slippery
A lake beneath a dune, I was gasping
A bird gurl, a flash of gold against the blue
A blur of metal disappearing
I was naked in the water, I was hiding behind the trees
It was night, I was licking frosting off a beater
I was slime evolving, I was acid, bacteria living inside a blossom
I was fluff and fluffing, floating upward into a bank of klieg lights
I illustrate us, the umbilical cord that circulates your blood
The sample inside another song as if there were a soul
To be found we grow into each other slowly
This unexpected bouquet of roses
As from out of nowhere
We color our hair and the spectrum thickens
Laura writes of realism as verisimilitude in drag
we’re talking about the terror of beauty
Tracing the edges of the empty space in u
In us self-satisfied pleasure in the resistance
Let’s Play Tag Online
‘The clouds molest me in the baroque dark’
In our edgy sentimentalism beautyalways strikes a nerve
Monochrome femme, animal print readjusted to hide our waste
Pubes disappearing behind a tiny silk line
The sexiness of an indentation which seems like a history we can trust
What’s terrible about this look?
What does your end feel like?
Resigned to a digital gallery we just swipe through
A sparse no man’s land where the air is drowned in lotion
Metallic water streaming down a plastic curtain
Something hard falling out of something soft
Bottom just an abstraction, a fossil liquid, a taxonomy
So much lotion it’s all feeling
Like a spongy dessert
Dripping sauce and reduction
When scale is discarded our profile becomes landscape
fuck me
fuck you
Receptivity is a blessing from the outside in
The simplicity of back, back, forth obliterating
Our ass an oubliette
Compact and black as a bible
I was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up
A farmer’s daughter
A blood red barn door
Melting into the decor, all denim and ponytails
More than just corn-fed
In the penultimate scene of your fantasy
The world had ended and we hadn’t noticed
In high school I was melancholic
A hired hand trudging through a hypnotic abyss of showtunes
The bad romance of Scott Walker singing “Black Sheep Boy”
I knew something heavenly had to be coming
a sickly funnel spinning above our head
This green expanse is not a sign of health
between the subject and object there’s a love that negates itself
A myth born of the need to compare pleasures
We keep it in a hidden place, I wanted everything to be slippery
A lake beneath a dune, I was gasping
A bird gurl, a flash of gold against the blue
A blur of metal disappearing
I was naked in the water, I was hiding behind the trees
It was night, I was licking frosting off a beater
I was slime evolving, I was acid, bacteria living inside a blossom
I was fluff and fluffing, floating upward into a bank of klieg lights
I illustrate us, the umbilical cord that circulates your blood
The sample inside another song as if there were a soul
To be found we grow into each other slowly
This unexpected bouquet of roses
As from out of nowhere
We color our hair and the spectrum thickens
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UNICORN SWEAT
these overheard words to live by “we’re strong we’re a Kelly Clarksen song” even a thick deliberate line blurs under purple shadow beautiful little accidents or not caring too much like the germs that infiltrate a static system spreading their negative influence with no discernment gender fucked gender and the story of love which negates them both one wild androgynous Star streaking the air with the history of music fading away wanting to drape a discarded faux fur like a bathrobe imperious, got wings and a prism for our third eye in technicolor wash in lover’s spit the sky after a summer rain this pastoral of emotion wild from the top down no manners not even a well-played game of Candy Land our new flag our rainbow roots rising up from the dirt shiny like palm trees in a snow globe like a natural masterpiece |
I GEMINI
Skinny with a bubble butt
pushed up against a subwoofer
Hot pink sludge
trying to slip out the back
of this towering queer
arousal that is not
not evangelical
How boyfriends and girlfriends
share blush and two pieces
divvy up their time together
Cruising in a club more like
an apartment or low-slung bar
in Long Island City
Someone close said “my emotional
reality IS reality” naturally a water sign
I’m nodding yes to The Pet Shop Boys
teasing their remix of Blur
a basic model for the infinite
combinations of a fractured binary
Shamefully attractive somewhere
in California being tarted up beach goth
with no place to go but back inside
East coast boho a sun-shiny disaffection
most of the time we’re fixated on
a dramatic gesture to translate
introvert into mysterious sex
Bright, impossible, impudent, becoming
life-giving coven of raspberry smoke
Thrift store named The Love Witch
We purchase a daisy print romper
Hot Topic guipure dotted gloves
in black lace, an oubliette, an O-ring choker
Cosplaying our very own period drama
The aughts drifting across the landscape
Sprawled out on the lawn in Colma
we imagine sweet dreams are made of this
Christian Death, Blue by Joni Mitchell
everything just too perfect to include
Heaven and hell joined at the hip
Always should be
someone you really love
Skinny with a bubble butt
pushed up against a subwoofer
Hot pink sludge
trying to slip out the back
of this towering queer
arousal that is not
not evangelical
How boyfriends and girlfriends
share blush and two pieces
divvy up their time together
Cruising in a club more like
an apartment or low-slung bar
in Long Island City
Someone close said “my emotional
reality IS reality” naturally a water sign
I’m nodding yes to The Pet Shop Boys
teasing their remix of Blur
a basic model for the infinite
combinations of a fractured binary
Shamefully attractive somewhere
in California being tarted up beach goth
with no place to go but back inside
East coast boho a sun-shiny disaffection
most of the time we’re fixated on
a dramatic gesture to translate
introvert into mysterious sex
Bright, impossible, impudent, becoming
life-giving coven of raspberry smoke
Thrift store named The Love Witch
We purchase a daisy print romper
Hot Topic guipure dotted gloves
in black lace, an oubliette, an O-ring choker
Cosplaying our very own period drama
The aughts drifting across the landscape
Sprawled out on the lawn in Colma
we imagine sweet dreams are made of this
Christian Death, Blue by Joni Mitchell
everything just too perfect to include
Heaven and hell joined at the hip
Always should be
someone you really love