we’ve named it “rape culture”
export/import incertitude
the state’s gospel won’t accept no
its own sovereign request
fringed borders bleed reciprocity
thick as oil as war as water

desire transforms everything
corporeal physics as vim and vigor
soft kisses melt hard intentions
it’s why embodiment alludes enlightenment
our landscapes matter when our eyes close
horizons become their own grounding binary

pressure is a gilded warning signal
jouissance its own casual experience
how deeply our metaphors inform us
as angels, as deviants, as complicit
love is in here somewhere, or should be