Not many boys truly know cathection / When they see resolve / they talk it in
Neapolitan cuts are their go-to. They dribble the ideological ice-cream down their
shirtfronts / lose emotional understanding—strong fists curl into offerings, intent
slick from taught faces; we wonder why every sentimental girl keeps a box of ex
lover tokens under her bed / collecting depth and bringing it into the material,
adding dust. That’s enough momento to convince that men have their best
interests at heart / A bespoke theatre for those interested. If there is proof to
string together a sentence, fit the shoe to the legend, maybe vulnerability just isn't
Like a series of Roman noses unidentified with their owners / Like a specific
serotonin happening once in a millennium. They have a distinction /
pointed toward assumed dialogue.
Listing stories, once valuable, strung together. Reciting lines can’t give way to a
real person / under all that messiness—it’s just automation / I hope you keep
watch over unforgiving terrains.
How poorly made we are—we require paper notes and evidence to keep us from
neurosis—arms, ligaments, and torso / all insufficient. But I envy the receiver. I am
a slip that happens between coins.
Where chests get totally stripped and prided open with jerry cans / searching
for an entrance to the real. An iridescent beetle / in a botanical garden / finding its
home among other heart shapes. Some similarly glamorous and museum-worthy
insects / like a circus trick that ends
with a murder. An alloy plan revealing a great absence where there was
potential, a spiritual loss. They all look spectacular together, maybe
even—dare I say—Instagram worthy / There are surely other things
that matter. Every practitioner / another name cut from the team, leaving
you only the result. Something kept too long in time / An ongoing litany
of disappointments. Kept last on your lips.
About the author
Jonno Revanche is a writer and multi-disciplinary artist that creates work about distance and the difficult to find belonging. They are currently living in Sydney, as a settler on Gadigal land.
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