Status Updates From In Full Velvet

dorothy’s trash

little apophat

"Or should I name this ache, call it archive fever, reading a speech / given in 1992 by a man, / (Why haven't I heard of him until now?) / a translator, a scholar, a poet, who warned before dying / of complications from AIDS, / 'I will be somewhere listening for my name...'"

"Maybe it's genetic, / the clean line of my jaw in the blue porch light. / What if I nick your finger, punish you like / a paper cut, or kiss you with desire's accuracy, / I mean, the way a skater's blade etching a figure eight / kisses the ice?"

"Maybe it's genetic, / the clean line of my jaw in the blue porch light. / What if I nick your finger, punish you like / a paper cut, or kiss you with desire's accuracy, / I mean, the way a skater's blade etching a figure eight / kisses the ice?"