April 28 2020
case number: 0819999 | save what dates? | case number: 0812000 By Dena Rod missing: the pleasure that comes from the pressure of bodies against your own in the dark bass pulsing and sweat sticking. last seen at new year's eve shrieking amongst its kingdom as it waved through the party. any aliases? the feeling of your body next to mine blanket wrapping not unlike fog. * save what dates? tea timed next to the sink drank with a spoon still clinking in mug, i try to piece together our lives with a needle carved from butter melting in my hands much like my face under your mouth.Dena Rod is currently the assistant creative nonfiction editor for Homology Lit and the author of the chapbook swallow a beginning. Dena works to illuminate their diasporic experiences of Iranian-American heritage and queer identity, combating negative stereotypes of their intersections in the mainstream media. Catch them on Twitter @alightningrod and denarod.comcase number: 0812000 missing: shame. my mother gave it to me and i lost it amongst the fire of the sun. it weighed down my kneecaps worse than heavy cream whipped and frothed into a kiss. nursed into a knot, daubed against my collarbone where warmth bloomed shame chain smoked impulsively into a cloud, condescended to guilt on its way out. jewelry worn? simply two drops of sun hanging from its earlobes. * * *
Categories: Poetry, shelter-in-place
Dispatches from Quarantine 