“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HISTORICAL DOCUMENT.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.
Juliana Huxtable
Juliana Huxtable is a New York City-based writer, performer, DJ, and artist. Her work has been featured in numerous publications, including Artforum, Candy, Topical Cream, and Mousse. Recent exhibitions and performances include: The Grand Dold Projects Art Gala at Villa Jungans, Villingen, Germany; There Are Certain Facts That Cannot Be Disputed at the Museum of Modern Art, New York; and Take Ecstasy with Me at the Whitney Museum of American Art, New York. She included in the 2015 New Museum Triennial, curated by Ryan Trecartin and Lauren Cornell. She recently published a novel, Life, co-written with the artist and writer Hannah Black.
