Unseen New York, Marc Yankus

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Unseen New York, Marc Yankus
I am sick of namelessness - should I carve identity open, like a wound, like an animal twitching on the side of the road humming for a touch of humanity? Could a wound be better than frayed inseam, polyester, bleach flecked and grey?
I am forever building empires out of girls too hungry to notice, myself half-starved to fit the softened shadow.
(this way I can be hunter and prey, emaciate and partially consumed, red as the mouth that outcasts)
It is not spring and flowers do not blossom from concrete half as well as my mouth blossoms red on the paleness of my arm, the grey wall of the girls bathroom cracks and blisters in the smothering heat of girlhood, a slip of mastick, a slip of lipstick, and her name on the tile like a piece of scripture. In a curve of a letter and heart-shaped full stop, a wallflower makes for a thoroughly modern crucifixion
Seam unfurls in red and blue, like veins could pull apart the body as simply as words could, an unravelling, and I unmake in the middle of breakfast, uncouth, unafraid
Running my tongue along the point of my teeth I see in hers but naked reflection, I am not full, but I am fuller
I am always building geminis out of hands clasping antique knives
this way I can be both flesh and the throat that swallows
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it’s monday m’honeyteas…. hey siri play slayyyter
‘tis tuesday m’lactose intolerants…… hey siri play Ambient 1: Music for Airports
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I was a professional juggler for like five years and all of my friends politely pretend it never happened.
Sometimes I will be holding three or more similarly sized objects and they will all shoot me the kind of warning glances typically reserved for cats who are about to swipe a fresh and crispy fish stick from a small child’s hand.
I gaze wistfully at a basket of apples and they all think, “Don’t you FUCKING dare,” so hard that I take psychic damage.
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