flicker of disgust hardly even a mothful* frustrated slaughter,

(swift and full of tricks, my velveteen prince with a thousand enemies)

cracked porcelain wrists in fevermouthed snot tangle, gutter-offal toys

go to *sleep*

more gay Sephardic poetry source uncertain, sent by an Ashkenazi friend who works at a weird bookstore while I was asleep and now he's asleep

lepidoptera grey and writhing in its spine ganglia searing insulation burned away patterns blurring, overflow

The vultures tell a fairy tale similar to Hansel and Gretel, except that the witch's house is made of delectable rotting meats

frankincense in wine skin-plated vessel of wings bleeding, tattooed smoke

CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW

i really enjoy when silt is a verb

slickrot, again, and already twisting/reaching nacre-skinned, as alights (gilded, fogwhite wingridden) ticks, spilling clotwing, rotting itself slick with Woundcrust on silt

gleamtonguing, he, softened worn his grasp wheal-lit , silt in the throat, dark-pinioned burnt yawed in muck, bloodless breath laid in soot and bled in sapphire spit salt-raw hanging black yellow bloodsore

Celan - Freigegeben (English by Washburn/Guillemin)

what are you doing step-abortion

Sappho, translated by Anne Carson #smallpoemsunday

they call me Salt on account of I was planted at Carthage

her soot-rubbed halo undoes her isolation, crowns her in mothblack

beautiful[] long lashes had opened[] high white[] ephemeral[] red[] rising within him[] shade-streaked[] dark-red[] on the point of[] pale-gray[] flew[] Prey[] a blessed[] wound[] through tender skin[] blue[] azure-pure[] indigo-black[] lashes[] in her[] hands[] Wing[] bound[] in[] messy defloration

throatsour milkflood in molted limb; blue socket weld searcolored rim— as bleach haloed, skewed limbless note knots neurons, driftwide, segmented in concrete cowl limp tearing verse skewered

cobalt-kissed flanks tip finds, limns, form in morning sun (blood-gold against blue shadows) stanza on stanza on two, (love, terror) skin to skin-filament blazing, excruciating, petal-lick wet

where your veil touches bell-luminous fadeblack limbs, thin reaching, succourlight the red trace merges skin and shadow paints angles bile lumen on cheekbone sparrowhaft burns grain armlength unmarked blue

I'm so spoilable

bent-back radius torqued beyond endurance, cracks lolls splinterjutting

blurdrift blue smearing, cut across lead cauter-sunk, lethe gilt-rue lathed in sun, sewn raw red, gelding bled-sand, loathecaught, as sin and still not seen scent-scene, let galled bell-maul

sometimes it's like finding bismuth crystals growing in the rotten wood of your parents' doorframe and tasting them just to be sure

aromatic strand of silver armature, writhing in ivory veins,

got called pregnant in greggs earlier lads tell us what happened lad I got called pregnant in greggs ye but why I was being impregnated in greggs? yeah it was in greggs

tanglered, fool thing in crossing veins, splayed, nacre-guts, against yawning wings at sea dawn,

swallowing emdash— reams of vomit-verse, ductile, coil in burning throat

in the guts of stars, a worm is just a caress between distant hearts

no muscle nor curve gloves me like rising terror in upturned glances,

scent-halo mourning as the dyke-folk, somber-wreathed, bury warren dreams

across the Atlantic dreaming until tallisblack unfolds the grey sky

agony shiver like a peacock corona against sleep-black night

nova-in-breath, you, transfixed-flame abscess flow light blood on sidewalks

brutalist cocoon splits, window-bright arrayed stacks pulsing new-wet tomes

mute-feathers refract like iridian honey stellar breeding tongues

hands, specimen-steel, affix undrying organs to bar-piss cinder—

bilgeflames, in black wings twist and slip through the gulpreal, accrete, tesseract (said the tiktokman)

pierced nothingness holds pierced bodies, close, on pierced nights, like this one pierced flesh, in her arms. her eyes pierced, by the definition pierced (adjective): having holes pierced. empty your lungs pierced through. yes. good girl pierced. and, created

in another dream, @hausofholes.bsky.social made a crude (stylized) anatomical drawing of bones and organs you could buy on a full set of clothes and then their bloody canines appeared in my hand while I was wearing the tank and thong

all three lines of the haiku I saw in a dream started with a form of the word "pierced"

she likes to make clockwork sounds when she swivels her heads around, but it's her doing that. we don't think she's actually clockwork, because she's clearly capable of doing it silently

she made me

half-dissected moth streaming on blades, prismwinged splayed across his skin,

(the Getting Worse will continue until unspecified conditions are met)

ambient-writhe,

knife through ligament– thrashing abruptly ceases; single, flightless sob