Elizeya Quate

Poems

a Pit of Undulating Heart-Shaped Lights, Searching with My Tongue, Pocket Crumbs
------------------------------------------- a pit of undulating heart-shaped lights ------------------------------------------- over the looming horizon of last year we crept up to the craggy edges of great heights discussing whether the confessional impulse in instagram poetics was necessarily purgative-depressive versus an aesthetics of transgressive self- pleasure ('sapiosexual masturbation on rollerskates') versus another plausible …