
Self-Portrait in Lieu of My EP
“It’s like that very first taste of hypocrisy, like that fetal position we practice and fittingly forget when the speakers pick me up with my filth”
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“It’s like that very first taste of hypocrisy, like that fetal position we practice and fittingly forget when the speakers pick me up with my filth”
“God // cannot be remission, the clear scan, a bell’s clang after my / last treatment.”
“Unhusk me if you must, call me / acquired, call me dirty, call me corn smut.”
By Nicole Homer
“They got in the car. All of them: the whore, the john, and me, staring at my knees. We were feral and conjoined from then.”
“In the upcoming years, or the morning or evening skies / we acquaint ourselves with slow deaths.”
“My father knows me by names / that are not mine. / Tonight, I’m the fishwife.”
“immodest / of a rural town displaying like that // its hill long”
“There is a word for the fear of water, but not of drowning. Another / for the fear of darkness, but not how it hides a person’s face.”
“an event-horizon / of question marks // all the way to / non-identity”