posture()
insufferably.selfish, i.stand(in.early_summer.heat) holding(two.wooden.sticks); elbow_length; nothing_else; on.the.floor: percussionist; immobilised; black_foil.wrapped; small.cruelties(packaged.for.transport); his.wife(leant.at.counter); always.positioned(where.he.swung); wet.iron(still.clinched.her.neck) — the.drummer’s.hand she.never.unshouldered; a.grip.learned like.posture; every.other.woman’s.bedsheets wrinkled.just.like.hers; throats(trained.shut); bloated; apologies(swell.then.rot); guilt(has.no.scent); fevered; laboratory_trained; i.watch(him.block.the.hallway) — conditioned.quiet; tail.lifted; metal(driven.deep.enough) to.teach(obedience); i.will.see(him.once.more): light(frosting.white.linen); palms(praised.for.precision); raw.material(blessed) — fertiliser; recycled.into.soil; brief.chemical.accident; unnoticed; pardoned; nail_sealed; his.wife(teeth.lacquered-red); poised_with.censored.grace; the.sky.behaves; i.do.too;
[image.credit: Indecent desires 1968]



Fuck, this is sharp.
heavy
Since I’m a bit new and curious, I just want to make sure my decipher tools aren’t faulty… is your writing deeply personal, artistically situational, or more removed?
I could just assume, but I don’t do that.
This cuts.
I…
Your writing is so unique. It is such a pleasure to discover.