There does not need to be an event that precedes wetness. To pull saline coins from a spinning or a wave is enough. This is being done because we refuse the sea being offered to us, with it already having been emptied. We refuse a blank sea.
In pursuit of native gists we obsessively etch shamanist chants onto the bones of shamans long past. We mate spectrally, somewhere between even and uneven. Sensory copula keeps us continual.
Is it possible that we are ever born into too much desire? With too much desire? Is it possible that in a moment there could ever be the sensory experience of too much desire in a virago’s body?
The virago’s body is vibrating biomass.
j/j hastain is the author of several cross-genre books including the trans-genre book libertine monk (Scrambler Press), anti-memoir a vigorous (Black Coffee Press/ Eight Ball Press) and The Xyr Trilogy: a Metaphysical Romance. j/j’s writing has most recently appeared in Caketrain, Trickhouse, The Collagist, Housefire, Bombay Gin, Aufgabe and Tarpaulin Sky. j/j has been a guest lecturer at Naropa University, University of Colorado and University of Denver.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan