No Intentions and 3 other poems
The defiant, permeable Body, asserting fierce queer decolonial agency, transforms Oaklands fractured…
Read more โPerceived as clay, the self is truly permeable; moonlight makes its hollow fissures softly dance.
I am subterfuge and clay to you: but sand
Beneath penetrates the slits between
my fingers, and slats of light work
their way between rust-colored pebbles, the
foundations of moonstones. And fat speckles of moonlight,
adorn my fissures occasionally, making my
hollow body dance.