“WORKING”
I WOKE UP AT SPENCER’S HOUSE AFTER WESTGAY WEARING EIGHT INCH PLATFORM STRIPPER STILETTOS, DISCO PANTS AND A WHITE LACE BRA TOP WITH A WOODEN AND STEEL CRUCIFIX IMPRINT IN MY NECK. I WASHED MY FACE WITH A SOAP BAR, THREW ON THE TACKY JACKET I BROUGHT FOR THE SUBWAY RIDE TO THE PARTY, AND WALKED OUT INTO THE RAINY AND OFF-GRAY DAYLIGHT OF THE LOWER EAST SIDE. I COLLECTED ENOUGH OF MYSELF TO REALIZE I PROBABLY SHOULDN’T BE WEARING HEELS OUTSIDE AND DECIDED ON THE DELANCEY 99¢ STORE AS THE BEST OPTION FOR AN “OH SHIT IT’S TWELVE ON WEDNESDAY AND I HAVE A FUCKING JOB THAT I HAVE TO GO TO” SHOE SOLUTION. I DECIDED ON THE $4.99 BLACK FAUX-CROC (NOTHING IN NY 99¢ STORES IS EVER ACTUALLY 99¢). GIVEN THE STATE OF AFFAIRS AND THE PALPABLY HIGH LEVEL OF IDGAF ENERGY, I DECIDED TO FACE A SLICE OF PEPPERONI AND BACON PIZZA. I GOT ON THE J TRAIN, GOT OFF AT BROAD ST, WALKED THROUGH HORDES OF DUMBFOUNDED FINANCIAL DISTRICT TYPES, RAN PAST COWORKERS SO AS TO HIDE THE FACT THAT I WASN’T REALLY WEARING PANTS AND SMELLED OF WHISKEY, TEQUILA AND CIGARETTES, AND FINALLY SAT DOWN AT MY COMPUTER ONLY TO REALIZE NO ONE WAS IN THE OFFICE TODAY AND I HADN’T RECEIVED A SINGLE EMAIL. WELCOME TO SUMMER.
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UNTITLED (RED LIGHT)
EXTATERRESTRIALS AMONG US
DISENFRANCHISED SO- CALLED CITIZENS
ID PHOTOS, GAPS IN FACIAL RECOGNITION SOFTWARE
HUMANOID VOGUING REPLICANT VOGUING DEITY
PORNOGRAHIC POLYTHEISM IN
480 X 360 PIXELS
IN PHANTOM BREAKBEAT FORMS SUMMONED IN COLORED GESTURES
DANCING ACROSS RETINA DISPLAY SCREENS
THERE ARE CERTAIN FACTS THAT CANNOT BE DISPUTED
THERE I AM!
LOST SOMEWHERE IN 1/4 MM. SKIN BOILING. I LOOK DOWN. PORES, FOLLICLES,
AND THEIR NEGATIVE SPACES TURN INTO STROKES. ARE BREAKING
APART-LUMINOUS, LOFTY, POSSESIVE
STROKES THAT BREAK THE BOUNDARIES REGULATED BY OPTOMETRY
THE THIRD PARTY IN THE IDENTITY PARADE PRESENTED AS
A DEPECTION OF-
A FACSIMILIE OF-
AN EVENT.
DYNASTIC DIALECTIC
HISTORICAL DOCUMENT.
ARCHEOLOGICAL OBJECT.
INFOGRAPHIC.
THE ANTHROPOLOGIST BROKE IN TO SAY: LOOK! OVER THERE! A NEGRO IN ITS NATURAL HABITAT!
THERE I AM!
I LOOK AT MY SKIN AND IT’S NOW A PALE TAUPE/PEACH-COVERED IN THE DENSEST TUFTS-
SMALL BUNDLES OF THE DARKEST PRIMATE HAIR FOLLICES
(THE SAME THAT LINE THE TOP OF MY LOWER BACK)
MELTING A BIT NOW / I LOSE MY ARMS-AM WET, STICKY AMOEBAS- A GROSS COMBINATION OF GELLY-CRUSTATEOUS SHELLS AS MY SPINE TURNS TO PUTTY
AND I ROLL
AND ROLL
AND ROLL
AND ROLL
AND ROLL
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From Mucus in My Pineal Gland. Used with permission of Wonder. Copyright 2017 by Juliana Huxtable.
