plated projectIon
by Hokis, Founder & Senior Editor
I hate hIm
lIke I hate ebola.
I hate the hIms
like I hate the number
of not empty pews.
I hate them
like I hate the kInd of
tIme passing that
bIrths putrId toes
whIle arguIng over
the truth of the frIgId vortex.
I hate us
lIke I hate the blIssful Ignorance of
bees and lIons
who could flatten us
If they would
wake the fuck up and show theIr superpower;
a long vacation for the buzzIng,
a coordInated feedIng for the
palm-lengthed teeth of the
purrIng beast.
I hate myself
lIke I hate the InabIlIty to alter
the dIrectIon the world spIns.
ebola
tIme passIng
blIssful Ignorance
the unchangeable dIrection of all thIngs.
hIm.
hIms.
them.
us.
purrIng prIde.
buzzIng swarm.
myself.
am I more IndIgnant or
more exhausted?
I guess,
what I actually hate,
Is numbed IndecIsIon.
forgIve that and
I have lIcked the plate
clean.
{NOTE TO SELF:
ALWAYS LEAVE A LiTTLE
HONEY AND CREAM
ON YOUR PLATE,
AS YOUR DEMONSTRATiON OF FAiTH
THE BUZZiNG AND
PURRiNG CREATURES
ARE NOT AS
HELPLESS
AS WE ayes PROJECT}
image: Dream, Caused by the Flight of a Bee A(round a Pomegranate, a Second Before Waking Up). artist: Salvador Dalí (Spanish, 1904–1989)
plated projectIon is included in her poetic memoir, OnBecoming: Aesthetic Evolution of This Rising Ancestor
inspiration: exhaustion feeding my need to bring it all back to Terrence’s words: “Homo sum, humani nihil a me alienum puto”, or “I am human, and I think nothing human is alien to me.”
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