Without fans, the stands turn to a castle
of concrete and sea birds.
each pitch lost in the peripheral blink of an eye
Dear waiter, it’s true: Casey struck out.
But they forgot to say the pitcher used
steroids. Used historical revisionism
Déjà vu exists because time is a bunch of pink confetti
I’m hoarse and feverish. We sing in the streets, “Feelin’ good was good enough for me, hee hee,” but then the breakfast booth only has two seats.
I wear a velvet piece to the therapist’s office and she asks me to close my eyes. We agree to experience an illusion of me dancing...
I can’t stop watching teenage boys eat shit at the skate park.
It gives me real pleasure.
It is the intricate weaving of scents in the hair of your mustacheless beard.
On the bus, crunched between
the pole and an undergrad, I try to study
my hands.
Every time I walk to the library
I pass my old friend’s house
who doesn’t live there,
or anywhere anymore.
Once a year I decide
I don't love you. It's
today. Watch me
not make you breakfast.
The child is only
this flesh I... more
I've seen my friend Taylor sleeping
mouth open sometimes, one time with a boner
Whenever I've awoken him, he... more
To love is to understand
the tsunami--
that it's just a thing the sea does
when it's been too long
missing the... more
but that's all about to change. My murder ballads, well, they prefer to terrify. I... more
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Jason Phoebe Rusch is a queer writer from the Chicago suburbs. His full-length debut Dualities explores gender and patriarchy from the perspective of a man who was socialized and is currently still read as a woman. He is interested in complication and nuance and messy human failing, his own and that of others.
