luke-gagnonWhisper

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to sleep to go, awayI had this dream / you were there / clouds grew in the sky
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Jul 18, 2015
on deception (vignettes)1 4 / she offers me, a spot of dust / she raises me under the couch,
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Jul 4, 2015
time-remaintime-limit me. / build a house of shelves, / shutters down, and
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Jun 28, 2015
a SurplusI / in the dark starvation is real. / In dark, the emesis that fills my
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Jun 22, 2015
to fillThe are fragments in the space / inside my father, / allocations of
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Feb 24, 2014
production1 / after she gave birth she walked / around the city imagining everyone
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Feb 14, 2014
domestic violence, not really a poemA few nights ago I thought I heard my neighbor slap his girlfriend after I heard indiscriminate muffled yells through my apartment walls. I couldn’t be certain what actually happened, so after listening for a while and hearing no more sounds, I did nothing. For three days I haven’t left my apartment. I didn’t go to class yesterday and have no intention of going today. I’ve had moments of numbness that dissolve into crying for no apparent reason. Then this morning I put make-up on for the first time in over two years just to see what I would feel like. I looked in the mirror and felt more masculine than I ever felt. / If you sit and contemplate what you did today or yesterday or last week, all you can come up with are these seemingly unrelated discrete moments. Sometimes I think these moments of randomness must follow some sort of trajectory. I can just feel the connections and it haunts me until I can actually explain why I think domestic violence relates to me, a trans-man, putting make-up on after a spending several days retreating from my life.
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Feb 13, 2014
LoveIt happens when you look outside and see paintings. / Paintings, instead of reality. / The world is just
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Dec 10, 2013
motherMy mother chewed her nails off, trying / to consume bones enough to / scrape away the
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Dec 5, 2013
out of placeI’ve diagnosed it with industrialized rickets, / stomach is open and distended / metal is bowed with greenstick
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Dec 2, 2013
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