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"Bataille says the phosphorus content of a “normal man”
Would make 2200 matches
And that his fat would make seven cakes of soap."

What

"(Always, the dream of fucking my friend and suddenly, she has a penis. Sometimes I start bleeding. Sometimes I bleed all over the floor. Sometimes the Plath-girl who snorted coke off the table comes and strikes a fistful of matches against the wall. Sometimes I am stuck in a loop, and she will not stop striking the matches against the wall.)"

What

"My friend’s girlfriend was cosmic belly dancing for a throng of gawking white men while half-speaking Spanish and playing with rubber chickens."

What

"As I feel myself seared by his stare I know that his scorn has turned to a kind of love.

It is possible I have mistaken his obsessive desire to possess me for love.

Repulsion, fascination, hatred, intrigue. This dance of ambivalent reactions, this tense intimacy ensnares me."

This poetry-meets-prose is so strange I love it

"What is the noodle that radiates evil and why don’t others see it?"

This poetry collection is so strange

"Maxine memorializes people in a way that only a queer who has lived through the AIDS crisis can."

"I think, How sad that people are not alive to experience their funerals because it’s the most love they’ll ever get."