#david hernandez

[perishthethoughts]

[dance-world]

Alessandro Riga - Compañía Nacional de Danza, Spain - photo by David Hernandez

[april-is]

April 19, 2024: Dear Proofreader, David Hernandez

Dear Proofreader David Hernandez You’re right. I meant “midst,” not “mist.” I don’t know what I was stinking, I mean thinking, soap speaks intimately to my skin every day. Most days. Depending if darkness has risen to my skull like smoke up a chimney floe. Flue. Then no stepping nude into the shower, no mist turning the bathroom mirror into frosted glass where my face would float coldly in the oval. Picture a caveman encased in ice. Good. I like how your mind works, how your eyes inside your mind works, and your actual eyes reading this, their icy precision, nothing slips by them. Even now I can feel you hovering silently above these lines, hawkish, Godlike, each period a lone figure kneeling in the snow. That’s too solemn. I would like to send search parties and rescue choppers to every period ever printed. I would like to apologize to my wife for not showering on Monday and Tuesday. I was stinking. I was simultaneously numb and needled with anxiety, in the midst of a depressive episode. Although “mist” would work too, metaphorically speaking, in the mist of, in the fog of, this gray haze that followed me relentlessly from room to room until every red bell inside my head was wrong. Rung.

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[yourdailyqueer]

David Hernandez

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay

DOB: 31 May 1983  

Ethnicity: Mexican

Nationality: American

Occupation: Singer, songwriter, reality star

[it8bit]

Pixel Art - Vol. 1

Series by David Hernandez || IG

[haveyoureadthispoem-poll]

"You know that shooting last week? / I will admit the number dead / was too low to startle me" 

Have you read "We Would Never Sleep" by David Hernandez?

Yes, before this

Yes, I just followed the link and read it

No, but I recognize the title, author, and/or quote

I've never heard of this

Voting ended onMay 12, 2024

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[exitwound]

dear proofreader

[rabbit-light]

Not a Bad World, Is It?

Too bad I'm not an ocelot. Too bad I cannot be a warbler or a lorikeet. A shame I woke up human again this morning—dry-mouthed, sullen, reading cruelties we have done now to our own. By nature, it seems. A shame I cannot be a glasswing butterfly hidden in the world. Too bad I've got these mosquito bites—ankles, arms, one prickling my forehead. Too bad I'm stuck inside this body, too bad I'm numb, good thing I'm alive to cleave each bump with a fingernail, I guess. Leave small engraved Xs, I guess. A shame I'm not a colt. A shame we still kill each other over land, beliefs, nothing. The story I read that haunts me happened last century, the one I'm struggling to tell you now: a father, a meat grinder, a heavy bag, the drive, the drop-off—Here's your missing husband. A shame, a shame. In time they'll vanish, all these crosses I scored into my flesh. In time I might say yes.

David Hernandez