Of tongues singing in adoration, after coming to blows with the supremacist heteropatriarchy of nation-states. Of celebrating unbound passion, at the crux of all interpenetrating dimensions. Of climactic veneration of ceremonial vice, set amid a salubrious biome of nutritious blurs, where flesh and landscape are in indistinguishable form. Of spaces we can call our own and needn’t queering, for they simply are.
Belonging to my suite of poems ‘Of Joyrides, Backseat Loving, and Road Trips’ and (un)apologetically heavy on metaphor borrowing from Christianity (in particular, Catholicism), ‘Sing, My Tongue’, was published just over a year ago in Broad! (Chicago, IL: August 2016).