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I had an intense desire to undo what undid me and the thing that undid me was the sentence.
Inside Every Utopia Is a Dystopia
A biography of Norman Bel Geddes, designer of the Futurama, tells the story of American innovation.
Exit Text: Rumors and Ghosts
The Book of Disquiet performs something like a literary vanishing point.
Four Poems
much influenced my writing style around the time i
quit the pop band white horse because
getting our sad on in such simple
bold compositions was all gong no
BEDAZZLED IN AINEZALANDIAN
It could be he, it could be she,
it could be this or that,
dis or dat, some say back there.
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Champagne chandeliers // & bourgeois bubble-baths // in East Hampton
How did I get here // with introverted architects // discussing astrology &
Afrofuturism // my anatomy in black // leather jackets // taxidermy bats
Not All Mothers
The female body is not, as Ariel Levy claims, the ultimate equalizer.
Three Poems
Baby, mellow my mind. Make me feel like a pair
of birding binoculars or a moment alone
in the doctor’s office.
Habermas and the Fate of Democracy
A biography reveals Habermas’s commitment to a democratic ideal.
If you can’t trust the monitors
If you can’t trust that I think you’re hot
Then why do you look so good
Turning me on that way that you do
Trump’s Latin American Model
The history of Latin America is littered with failed experiments in populism.
Parable: Horse
it was his face that upset them, its odd expanse;
tombstone teeth, satchel mouth, black rubber lips.
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I want to be disability for you.
Make new signs for you.
They are saying things about us
Maskot #1: “They sure do love them some black pain.”
Tell us duh one bout yo grandmammy’s hands:
callused and cookin, cansuh everywhere but her hands
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