Jean Vengua/ The Aching Vicinities / 4


The Aching Vicinities


dream is a set aside thing, a girl with obstinate

melting curls. followed by aching vicinities body

functions, spasms of the colon, birdsong, calculus

&

&

ache translates to both hunger and habits of escape

numb comforts batteries

are just batteries no

charge. no

apology


&


frankly

the body jerks

to life feeding on

particles of apprehension

oh

rosso scuro I'd wander among the inks

leuchtendes grun a la pagode lightfast




Pharmakon
for Ernesto Priego

frottage on stone, the flesh—where once stroked, now text

relieves itself. each sentence has its cargo, drags single file
over empty salt flats, running on metaphor, running on pixels
drugged on blogs, he says "pharmakon." there you have it,

a rub. not to erode, but to make visible to the tired eye. tender
poison, maybe something you don't want to see. bulosan listed
habitually. the towns we don't want to remember, the names

fish smell, piss smell, continually fucking to get the bad names
out of the body. cleanliness is robotic in this sense, absolved
of ethics there is always beauty, a three line stanza, a pattern

 
 
 
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