Status Updates From The Proxy Eros

“Don't touch me, you said, meaning Do,
the way a difficult child, warding off help,
means to be held. I know you like I know
my own endurance, buckled under alone.
W e touch and between us are more
empty spaces than spaces that touch.
How can one gravity help but find another?”

GANDAAAA TALAGA FUCKKKK

Favorites from Part II:
Brace Me Somewhere
We Turn Here
the Insistence

Favorites from Part I:

As Far As Cho-Fu-Sa
Jean Cocteau Sketches Orpheus and Eurydice
What In The World Have You Found Out
Intermediate Geography
The Proxy Eros

*reading Eros Redux, a republication of The Proxy Eros