Queer
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Second Country
I. I like newness, the kind that leaves traces on the page of morning. When it calls, when it forces you to see the light— the morning glory, the moisture softening on the glass of the windowpane. The sky is bluer than blue. Let him go. II. This is an easy test. The volume of— the square root of— Don’t they need men? You remember: men make this industrial complex. I know where I am. I know where I…
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grayscale // when love demands
Themes: Love // Hope // Faith grayscalewhen the ocean is black, i pacethe long corridor of the summer/homea mouth stirs the room. the walls hum and light won’t sleep. the dark altersmy skin against an unyielding arm i should brace the furnace—but i stay, watching how we drumbeneath the skin, bodies riggedto learn each other…
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Senseless // Litany for the Broken Body
Themes: Love // Silence // Queerness // Queer Body // Desire // Bilingual SenselessMost people would’ve ghostedBut me?I call it love—I just wanted to worship the ignition,the firestarter who kissed like a loaded gunand left a trail across my skinlike something meant to burn.But here we are—tracing the heat your body left behind;you, reciting a…
Luis E. Santos 