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

///

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

///

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

///

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

///

синеглазка синевласка синеушка синтагма синтипоп

бросила поэтизм после фразы your language killed my people

планирую доживать жизнь под корнями лип.

ландыш приуныл. сентябрь.