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knife | fork | book, paperback

Yes, I am a corpse flowercomposes a queer lyric meditation on body, identification, and subjectivity, proposing a queer poetics not just referential, limited to languages meaning. These are not poemsaboutqueerness, but composed queerly: eccentric, off-centre, oblique,to twist. Poems that failingly and flailingly attempt to define the queer I, that skepticize any stable connection between queer self and body, narrate an unnarratable encounter with self-recognition outside of categorizable identity. These poems are composed from a feeling that to state queerness can never be to expound on a single journey, but to gather together a multitude of Is of which this I, here, writing this paragraph, is only one iteration.Iis not this one, but neither isI an other, but awe, perversely licked-linked through language, a sort of tongue:limn me, limn me!