The Thin Drum
granted: i married a jackal
and should have known it
but love could be a mirror from above
and you should have seen her—
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After Hours
You squint as the device interface lights up, tap an icon, type some vague notion into the search engine, choose the first result: a hypnotist with a German accent drawling on about how you’re walking through a forest, and then you’re floating in a lagoon, taking meaningful, measured breaths, over and over, you are weightless, serene.
Elegy for the Southern Beaches
To be added…lose an ocean—she’s / still there: the water, the salt / the slime, the rocks / washed / latte scum / in a rockpool fish / or bits of bio-compostable / red-dyed takeaway cup gull / ravaged and left to rot
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The Last Physical Arts Festival
Her new ID card and lanyard. Her new business card—just one, to display on her desk. The rest were digital blocks loaded in her new smart watch, waiting to be doled out at networking events. There was also her industry-regulation brunette bangs—they’d matched her shade perfectly—and a gift of some funky abstract earrings made by Local Artist.
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Last Days
David Tarafa is queer Cuban-American artist. He writes and draws comics about sex, magic, queerness, transformation, and identity.
The pitch
These breasts are breaking into milk bars and stealing packets of Winnie Blues. They are finding telephones in office buildings and spraying shaving foam into them. The breasts are turning on sprinkler systems in fancy gardens of big houses.