The Body
Glitter in the blood - on the pavement - an oil slick of confetti
This is the pooling of every beaten queer body - it bleeds until the sidewalk looks like an 80s music video and the world is tinted in purple and light
Watch it die
It is an animal with its neck broken
You are sitting at the dinner table and see it before you hear it - the queer is a bird is going to hit the window - is going to leave a mark
It is the wet slap of a towel in a bathhouse on the floor of the shower
And it is on your dinner table
On your child's plate - they will eat it
The newscaster is dancing around the subject of the body in the gutter
The people walking by - the metallic flow from the mouth - a swarm of flies diffusing in the night they will attack the moon down
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