Tag Archives: Jocelyn Suarez

Tango

snap out of it. you know you’ve been here before. felt reality’s edges dissolve into a capsulated time framed as though the earth’s horizon ends and begins at his fingertips— break down the pixels of this photographic moment. separate individual … Continue reading

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Exchange Student

when as a kid, they called you yakuza girl; so older, you let the ink flower on your skin when the shade between you and him became so apparent; when oxford men and leather boys offered the privilege to be … Continue reading

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A Researcher’s Guide to Endings

how this ends will not be dependent on the when; having already spent ample time plotting out a research design; suspended our sample in a jar of formaldehyde; monitored close; notified each other of any breakage in the timeline; figured … Continue reading

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Sunday

is tangled limbs squeezing in between what little space we could recreate; socks and blankets sharing residence on the floor; pillows rolled into forts; building a hole within four cold walls as thunders roll and the day folds; your shape … Continue reading

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All Relationships Are Data

on the last day, you will plot our shared memories into a graph, bind data sets from my tears and calculate the standard deviation of fear, the mean value of loss. you will transcribe hours of washing the chemical spillage … Continue reading

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Satiety

i’ve stopped wondering how fast the embers would burn at the end of this cigarette stick; seconds, maybe even years— i sit by the balcony, exhaling quiet dreams while upstairs, you rewind memories; the air cold, my breath content; there … Continue reading

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How You Incise the Body of a Poem

to extract the extent that these words could break; in order to make sense— enough sense to desensitise the pin pricks at the nerve endings chattering a rhythm of a deep-seated bleeding? why do we even try? these words falter … Continue reading

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