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      July 11, 2018This All Happened on EarthDaniel Tompkins

      Consider the anus
      as an instrument
      for expulsion, as a locus
      for the reception of pleasure
       
      and in giving pleasure, coat
      the tongue in fecal matter,
      while the tongue’s expression
      shivers up the nervous
      body to be conceived within the brain as sexual:
       
      oh, fuck
       
      should I stop?
       
      don’t
       
      and responded to innately with the flickering
      of certain muscles, and audibly to urge the completion
      of the act, even as your voice will say:
       
      but I’m not clean down there
       
      with an awareness of the body as consuming and expelling
      constantly, without volition, as host to the colonial
      bacteria living and breeding in the chasm of intestine
      or of the body as a corporation
      of cells, and so your voice:
       
      you made me cum so much my abs are sore
       
      our skin slick
      with sweat, and you:
       
      but that part was gross
       
      And so I grin:
       
      now we both ate what you ate
       
      we do not have a word
      for something so beautiful
      and so disgusting, it ceases being either.

      from #59 - Spring 2018

      Daniel Tompkins

      “I wrote and read my first poem in 2014 in Saskia Hamilton’s workshop at Barnard, which I took at the suggestion of a close friend. I switched majors to poetry at the end of the semester and have been writing ever since.”