a dead body shapeshift into a cyborg to look for his lost body with these details:
facial appearance; a black face snowing with flickery smile.
country; a place where oceans swell from music of blackness peeling its skin.
last seen; …
Poetry
Aubade For A Body Bejewelled With Napalm (after Romeo Oriogun’s “Invisible Man”)
I must be a god the way I keep tiptoeing out of death,
like the miracle of clouds fleeing the sky.
My palms spread out in prayer like the legs of a cheating wife:
Father, take this cup of suffering …
Field 38 & Field 53
Field 38
Because the physical infrastructure can no longer be used to die
by suicide. Because you thought that the birds were robins until
you looked up. Because the mountain trail (you can see it from
here) is broken into …
Calvary & Self-Portrait
CALVARY
John Baldessari, Hegel’s Cellar, 1986
That thick blue line of painter’s tape might as well be holding everything up. The only fact
from the figures,
not the riders lost on top of their horses nor the horses themselves, …
Someday, I identify as a Prairie
Glory be to the improper plot: this acre of hand tilled hibiscus
& the dying raven that slants midway, in collapsed grace.
I am thankful for everything that lays chaotic. jagged landmass.
raked mess of depression, inversely proportional …
THERE IS SOOT IN YOUR NOSE, A FIRE AT YOUR DOOR, A NOOSE IN YOUR BED
I. america, the dead star, the rotted plum, the leather fingers ‘round Your
neck
Maud Acheampong (they/them) is a Ghanaian-American New Media Performance artist interested in soft technologies like misery, ugliness, nostalgia, monstrosity and the way they manifest in our …
Score III // Litany of Torture
At the museum is a bronze dagger hilt presented as a fragment
looted before any god bound pleasure to books. You swam north.
We had questions. Quickening were years between war then
rumors of people packed into a cave, singing. …
At the Mention of Grief: All Queer Confess
Lust as corporal punishment, implies we kneel on each other for pleasure.
boy: a gadget I stomach on sighting my father watch me pull the least
non-binary stunt I’m capable of.
I— double-edged pronoun, perishable filth
Pa tells me— ‘snithe …
…and, Joan Crawford left her daughter & lucency
… and, Joan Crawford left her daughter
nothing
in her will,
not even
a wire hanger.
lucency
amongst a breathless, debilitating,
incapacitating,
panic attack
i
told
myself
not …
Woman, Bird, Star & Brown sun and house top
Woman, Bird, Star
I closed myself within myself purposely.
The first method by which I tried to contain
miracles was to bind them to me with bandages.
I saw how the rest were living, under canary
yellow skies. But not …
