lang-locked far
from the tongue-tip
you are now where language no longer serves you
you have passed the threshold of self-serving continuity
when you sleep on your tongue you
wake
thorn-scraped throat your
own body in pursuit
of inhalation the
body can only express by
expanding
we are past signifier and signified now turtles all the way-downing
the pursuit of gender before finding
an answer
to words themselves. the desire to know
what is a (wo)man / before knowing
what is a what
what
is
an
is
Khashayar Mohammadi
is a Queer, Iranian-born, Toronto-based writer and translator. He is the author
of chapbooks Solitude is an Acrobatic act with above/ground press and Dear Kestrel with knife | fork | book. His debut poetry collection Me, You,
Then Snow is forthcoming with Gordon Hill Press.
the
Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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