Tag Archives: Jes Battis

Split

Stand in a David Bowie shirt, possibly crying, face sidling. Smell fresh lawn shavings. Dad leans in to whisper something. We’ve recently mastered falling off my bike. He lets go again and again. The dich is a pillow that never … Continue reading

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How To Stay Gay in Quarantine

Every walk a lesson in desire. Others like you move between houses with better gardens. You catch sight of them, in fence slats and the oracle of fallen branches. You all peregrinate in your best feathers and stippled memories. Ramble … Continue reading

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