written by Jamie Townsend

Rejoice for I am endless in a garter belt and slip, rejoice!

Trace Peterson

I first saw my horizon in the foothills of Boulder

Exuberant sky unable to hold the rain, each afternoon in a cafe

Sat my ass on the sun, listened to Lingua Ignota, put down Bataille

I read Wrong

And watch the arc of a puckering asshole form it’s own microclimate

We worshiped a faith of inversion

These dizzying heights are super religious

Continue reading