So now you know places in the Universe exist
where a million years elapse
as a second passes
simultaneously for us
and vice versa.
Masters of the Cante Jondo
They were beside me,
they sat in black taffeta, in veils, leather chaps,
felt hats, lace. “Closer” they call, “closer.”
Together
We had it together but we also had it when we were apart. We got it in that comedor in Oaxaca, we both agreed. Or maybe it was that little town, just a few palapas actually and a beach with a deceptive number of black dogs, called San Angelino. But it’s also quite possible that […]
The Language of Love
no one can call it objectifying women if you’re imagining yourself
Dream with Commentary
with open eyes i swam beneath the surface of a lake and as a fisherman
#39
Curse the state of contemporary art
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