responses

Valentine

For most of my life, Valentine’s Day has filled me with sadness. I would refuse roses and responded unprecedented anger to a giant stuffed bear gifted to me during my junior year creative writing course. My passionate refusal of expressing gratitude and love through generic gifts and had caused me to miss the joke. Anyways, as of late I’ve tried to embrace sincerity as a generative force. I am very grateful for the kindness shared with me through the actions and words of those who love me. Letters, for me, have become one way to respond to those gifts I receive from others. They are also a way I attempt to affirm and honor the spirit of those I address. This is the back of a letter I wrote for Mars.

frames

it is a sphere that she sits on but i couldn’t tell you what holds her with lasting certainty

instead, i ask you to accept my shortcomings and foresee a future where the sphere — globe, world, rock, bubble, planet, piece, seat, body— is constructed through everything changing within it and on it

especially her

and how i look towards her through the flow of everything outside the frame you see here

today as they carry the weight of water eagerly towards the ground from where they were displaced i remember why i dislike cut tulips

let’s go back to my shortcomings

i desire to transform my self loathing into a dense yet delicate metaphor that feeds nutrients into who i imagine i can become

a fine delicacy

my desire is to practice infringing avoidance

violating definitions that limit who i am

what i do with what plagues my mind is shaped by frames that i behest

Responses

As of today, January 28, 2022 I am creating this page to hold short responses to things. This could take a variety of forms. More soon.