Feminist Games

quo magis speculativa, magis practica

Tag: poetry

per/for/man/al/ity

if i knew who was you

i would know the future

no dancing or fantasy

play, but no games

 

layers and layers and layers and layers

rolling into each other constantly

stop, the home invasion

poverty demands you jig

 

privilege upon privilege upon privilege is

wool upon wool upon wool

there is no becoming

for the wealthy, an undoing of infancy

 

the node is and is not

blinking until death

slow collapse, the network

what was virtual becomes lost noise

no answers

Reduction plays a particular part

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