“Write your self. Your body must be heard.” Helene Cixous (1975)
How much of our wants
are manifestations of neglect?
Inside this somatic posturing,
a restless hustle,
our bodies are celestial.
Distillations of notional
constellations open and wide.
It is true: commitment is not exclusive to monogamy.
Come prepared.
Always dress your best
for the world may end.
Flashbacks are low-grade returns.
There is seduction in being loved
and always something you can learn
from an interruption.
A moment when clarity
finds you knowing.
Look how much you
love me. Little maps.
from Bruises by Leah Horlick
The clouds formed an amphitheater
over a city transformed, a super city.
Its atmosphere thick with performance.
Listen to the bubble pop—pop—pop.
Queering our lust for gratification
becomes dominant economic ritual.
Golden greeds & auspicious competition
financed this super spectacle.
Watch as ceremonies of repressed aggressions
become baptisms unfurling (catch & release).
Physical bodies manifesting entertainment
as reward & pleasure, a violence that feels good.
