Relief Route 599
I will go pick up the pieces in this text, collect my
calling cards.
I will produce the necessary fictions. The broken
lags. I won’t tarry long away.
The truths of whiteness and girlness and their
modes of circulation, their reifications, their
“decencies”: are truths for a thousand Poems. I
seek something else.
words of joint combat I offer
here, fictions to make truths
I will be agile / can be her / their
my / your / his / our – devil
What’s wanting: always a good old
fashioned
sting