летний дневник//summer journal
здесь наш маленький ереван
наш маленький пиратский корабль
эмиграция внутри эмиграции внутри возвращения
фонтан через который можно перепрыгивать как через костёр
и никогда не намокать
здесь наше пространство без про
странство
это
юродивость
и кочевание.
this is so us — peculiar and in transit
oh we are so in transit
transitionally kissed and sweetened
peaches in pitch black starry nights
riping and risking
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i’m so good at free flow that i never even make a move
except i am falling and thinking down the hole but faster
never reaching
the bottom
if only there was a please-write-me cake
i’d devour it with my bare teeth
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i’m a flat artist
as my words are flat
i am a non-existent artist
as my google docs are just pixels
i’m a myth collector
a content creator of a new kind
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the reality never happened
we saw it with our backs
nothing ever happens
i made it up
the trans girl who gave me a butterfly
the cinematic secrecy
my first love getting married for spouse visa
nothing is ever real like my body is no more than flat words on a non-existent page
i see wings every time i look in the mirror
i hear my tail splashing every time i drink water
i feel my wires and armoured panels every time i stretch in the bed
i see a president’s decomposed body every day
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the only blonde boy in the room,
do you know your own name?
do you still have words?
are you even a boy?
ты набойка на ботинке
пробоина в пиратской лодке
сбой в работе сервиса
боинг подгоняемый молнией
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синеглазка синевласка синеушка синтагма синтипоп
бросила поэтизм после фразы your language killed my people
планирую доживать жизнь под корнями лип.
ландыш приуныл. сентябрь.