@DarkMatterRage #TwitterPoetry: LOST IN (TRANS)LATION
I went home to my family of origin this past week and found every interaction seasoned with politics. I decided to write some short #TwitterPoetry to capture those every day moments of intimacy that often go unnoticed but mean so much for us as queers going home.
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In its past form, “Baby” mostly shared the qualities of a malted milkshake, thick with sugary viscosity and yet somehow weightless, completely bereft of grit.
Wrist-blade fighting. Leni Riefenstahl’s People of the Kau, 1974.
Samba Kone by Ashley Sky Walker & Nick Perkins
You, said Isaiah.
I cannot hear you, Isaiah spoke again under the Branch.
Light bleached open the night camera.
God smashed Isaiah like glass through every socket of his nation.
Liar! said God.
Isaiah put his hands on his coat, he put his hand on his face.
Isaiah is a small man, said Isaiah, but no liar.
And so that was their contract.
Brittle on both sides, no lying.