Wow. So good. Amber Dawn is really killing it. These are funny, sad, erotic, dark, very queer. Such an abundance of strange images, such generosity in sharing experiences of pain, such clever play with mythology and form.
"At least my cunt / and her cunt / have mutual respect / for each other's sadness."
"Fact: There are more trees on earth than stars in the milky way. / I am alone and searching for a lover made of stardust: Fiction."
OUR SWOLLEN TONGUES BRUNCH IN THE UNDERWORLD
"No. I won't tell you how Persephone takes her eggs. / Everyone is so nosy these days. Leave us to feast / in peace. Leave us to our own private realm of yolk
and white, of spoil and unripe, of force / and weightlessness, of fluency and the inaudible. / I could go on, but these are easy paradoxes. Dull Sunday / kind of paradoxes. The current moment is an unlit labyrinth / at last call on a Friday night and each one of us has lost / cell service and our keys and faith in a certain tomorrow."