image, text, sound; copper, steel, wool


the cut as an arc; as a haptically charged orientation 
stuck within, yet against; as an ephemeral, electrical 
spark, jolt; as a murmuring syncopation entered into hip first

it began from a night in downtown cairo, the material 
traces of flirtatious whispering; a guise of interlocking 
arms; gripped hands shrouded in a coat pocket; the 
naively indifferent gaze of the police
officer we walked by; 

and the wake of this friend’s passing

the matter of touch to shadow and light; to the void 
and the particle; to the space and time of state necropolitics;

to the contaminated indeterminacy of queerness as 
frictional political ontology; as abrasive affects vibrating 
at the wayside of the visible; the
perceptible; the humanized;