our general banality by fatima ife.
was sex and more of it. sex and talk of it. sex and sexuality and sexism. until some among us began to differentiate it. prefix and suffix it. label it a matter of preference, genetic reconnaissance at birth. and it was it and it was not it. until some among us began to psalm. and what about doing it. and when would we do it to each other again. and it was gratuitous. the blue and white lament of it. until it moved us into ecological proximity. what was near and how loud. the flesh budding, ripening. it had always been a matter of proximity. the what it is was close to us. lewd and it was common. consumptive and it was money. extractive and it was public.
to whet the thing a finger strums a seam of glass
then spirit set its feels on us
we were tending
we were swirling
and we were sensing when it hit us
a porous limb a glowing portal
sam rivers on repeat
the romanticism of aromanticism inside a poem
the orifice of pitch a clutch of birds
then our dreams became tumescent
such holiness was flame
and it was fuchsia fuchsia all over the place
Alan Means is phenomenal. You can just start with Healter Skelter and let YouTube keep playing his videos as you sip your morning coffee or tea. Enjoy!