“This is the morning we find cruelty. The morning we find the lost metal. You ask what I want. I zip my coat against the violence of the question mark. You want to melt something. Do it. Give me the sting, sugar. I deserve it. Think you’re winning, think you’ve got the stone house on my glass foot? The morning stinks with ripening. Here is what I want. Cut my skin. Nick the red skeins that don’t sing your name anymore.”
One of the amazing poems from Lauren Eggert-Crowe’s latest zine, which you can buy for a mere $3.The whole zine is incredible. Lauren is a flamethrower. She writes urgently, with a lulling, succulent pulse that makes me want to cry or howl or do shots with the sun. Her poetry is a mercenary in a war-torn country of the heart. Go buy a copy right now!
In other news, my latest Hook Up column at AfterEllen is up, in case you missed it. This week was dealing with a lack of libido and how to come out as a bisexual polyamorous female. As always, send your dating questions to firstname.lastname@example.org.
And one last question: What do you do when you’re feeling uncreative, but want to be? How do you break the spell, basically.