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Jhani Randhawa - "An Offering of Stone Fruit"

from L​.​A. Zine Fest AudioZine Compilation No​.​1 Quarantine by L.A. Zine Fest

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excerpted from TRANSMISSIONS FROM PLANET YIKES, Vol. 1
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An offering of stone fruit


I say hideout you say master
I say hideout you say slumber—
holdup

Say holdup we say tank tincture

The diameter and doctors running against care toward pitosin.
Pit. I think of the pit, an arts collective near the mountains in glendale, pit
Of despair, pit the place my friend dyes
Lime green and blue, who listens to slit; I made that up, who listens to hole—no
It’s the breeders, who runs to the mailbox, opens it closes it, and back to the corner as exercise, in bursts.
How many rounds. Tonight, I do not think of vampira of instagram or her thirty—no, eleven—
Cavities. That/she is reserved for morning, and chamomile induced exhaustion.
Chamomile supported exhaustion. I want to quit, no more hospitals, Liz says,
Doctors who scare birthing folks into trauma.
Maria who likens chamomile flowers to babies’ fingernails.
Our friend aware of his body
Bring the pain.
I say hideout you say destroy; I say destroy you say keep us as
A raft. I shudder to feelthink any longer, peony, palimpsest, practitioner.

Our friend mentions his fear of becoming homeless because of allergies,
Unable to live in sinus peace anywhere. My throat hardens, considering this.
Hard pain, assuming dissipation, drunk on dissipation—
I can’t correct the torment and neurosis that continues, how to
get in and out of your body at the same time.
We shuffle
Shufflesuffer
Makes it lighter, already a bearable barely
kind of demise.

We practice pronouns in the car, on the drive to pick
up camping gear. We do
We do nothing mythic or much
of a story in that. But here it is on the page,
And I’m making room to say there
Is no room for t.e.r.f.
t.rans e.xclusionary r.adical f.eminists
Back off, don’t claim.
turf , as in t.e.r.f.
Sigh with grief at the wide magical world.
Rosemary emits its blessings from two tied bundles, in a cup of fresh water.
Liz says, We hear the house, whole.

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