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I PLAYED WITH MYSELF JUST TO EXCITE YOU
It happens sometimes in the mornings or
at night after dinner. It is a pointless
gesture: nostrils of ashes, hived ears–
you have it all. I say your name just
to tempt you.
I have not gone yet, even though you’ve
missed all our appointments. Even the
ones where I spread someone else’s
legs and eat out their poetry. I have
stopped asking why
you never come. Out in the dark womb
of Philly, you look around for American
Buffalo, waiting for the gentleness of men
greased from the swamp. Nobody knows
where you’ve gone.
Joanna Valente
QFC SMILES
HITS FROM
Seattle, Washington, United States
MY NAME
Seattle, Washington, United States
COBRA SMOKE
Seattle, Washington, United States
DOWN DARE
Seattle, Washington, United States
DECIBELS
So you sold your soul to sound; decibels saved for when no one is awake, no one is around. You won’t whisper and you don’t dare shout. No, you tip-toe, vowel to vowel. Locking volumes and volumes behind your lips, that no one will hear, because no one hears a sound. So you overdoes on beats, turn back to daily, familiar, sidewalk defeat.
Ivanna Maria Besenovsky—6 March 2012
SOULWAX WALLS
Bellingham, Washington, United States
WALL ART
Bellingham, Washington, United States
LAMP LITE
Seattle, Washington, United States
TV SHADOWS
Montréal, Québec, Canada
SATURATED STROLL
Montréal, Québec, Canada
NEWMARK MARKS
Seattle, Washington, United States
NICE KICKS
Seattle, Washington, United States
DOOP FOCUS
Seattle, Washington, United States
