HE RIDES AROUND ON HIS DICK AND GOES WHEREVER HE WANTS, 2018.
Analog photographs, collaged in dark room and stitched digitally.
BODY IN SECOND BIRTH, 2018
Being
2019
I regurgitate fictionalized memories of post-war violence—
engraved beloved images of trauma,
reminding me that family ties ground me deeper into Earth’s core.
I am here,
let me beee into a middle-d soul
sinking into memories I can never reach.
Let me hold some sanity
While my mind dwells on those that cannot—
beeeeee.
let me be
2019
YOU
CANNOT
MOVE. WHY?
RESTRICTED—
OPERATING SYSTEMS.
Sour
2019
Within ourselves we
devoured truth and spat out
what we could ignore
who will we become?
2019
when we all dry up
when gushing cannot whoosh
when crunch has no pleasure
when pow is all we know
when fake is I
when we face us.