things become containers of languagelike a mouth, for instance,the knot is languagelike an idealmore human than humansmore rightis “the dark audacity” a pissyfit?is it a pussy?when i say “i love you”what i mean is that you are a room i enterwhen i want to feel somethingthe thing about your faceis that you have these wonderful linesthat frame your mouthas if everything you say is a parenthetical
Kiss Me
Emily Bark Brown
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Emily Bark Brown is a poet from Mobile, Alabama and Brooklyn, New York. They co-edit Hot Pink, an online poetry magazine, and co-host GIST, a reading series in public spaces in Brooklyn. Recent work can be found in Bennington Review, Oversound, the tiny, and blush, among others. Their chapbook, The Tulips, is forthcoming in 2024 from Bullshit Lit.
NOIR SAUNA is a floating aggregate.
NOIR SAUNA is a dream sequence.
NOIR SAUNA is a nonfungible document.
NOIR SAUNA is a hungry fever.
NOIR SAUNA is bastardized pharmakon.
NOIR SAUNA is a measurement of calories.
NOIR SAUNA is form, modality, and condition.
NOIR SAUNA is the future.
NOIR SAUNA was the future.
NOIR SAUNA is already passé.
NOIR SAUNA wants out.
Trust NOIR SAUNA.
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