frottuer ii

A PDF of a poem with experimental formatting: half-way down the page, the text is struck-through and begins to fade, then becomes solid again.

 

 

[Image Description: a PDF of a poem. Halfway through, the text begins to fade and then resolidifies:

 

A drag of blue black secretion trails
behind me. A seep out
of my feet smudges across this c i ty.
They want it to be w ax or hon ey
but it isn’t w ax or ho ney. My campaign
doesn’t even know about their
desires; the subway car is plastered
with my advertisements for Vaseline.
Right now i am giving a speech
on objects. i am actually too beautiful
to be angry about it. My tan lines
are a bardo you can’t cross. Maybe
you aren’t going to get to die. Maybe
you aren’t going to get to die. Maybe
you aren’t going to get to die. Maybe
you aren’t going to get to die. Maybe
aren’t going to get to die.
aren’t going to get to die.
going to get to
aren’t going to get to die.
aren’t going to get to die.
you aren’t going to get to die. Maybe
you aren’t going to get to die. Maybe
you aren’t going to get to die. Maybe
you aren’t going to get to die.
Maybe

you imagined me as a hive with all
these entrances for too long. As a bundle
of tunnels. Maybe now you’re trapped
and i’m surrounded by myself, all
discharge and latch. i am so pleased.]