by Katya Kan
“This is a body described through the language of surface and force, weakened through a "Single drama" of domination, inscription, and creation.”
-
Judith Butler, “Subversive Bodily Acts”
Dear Gallery,
Congrats on your delicious salary.
And your unlabelled sexuality ...
Watch this uncultivated space
At your own pace
Mouth-wateringly hypnotic:
Your queer narcotic
Those sugar-coated artists you represent
An unappetizing attempt to lament
Your watered down ego
Smothered by that hungry paedo
Those faeces are there to foster
Your self-gnawing impostor
How do I excrete you?
Those saccharine identities that you accrue
Your hooked consumerism:
That digestive coping mechanism?
For you to constipate your true identity ...
And to spew out your insecurity ...
My gut will never know
And you’ll keep snorting that processed blow
In a voracious cycle
Of excremental denial
You’ll savour and devour
Your own manure
And then defecate
And nauseate
Again and again
Again and again
Until there are no faeces to swallow
And you can do nothing but wallow
I relished your magic after-taste.
Has it all gone to waste?
No more edible mystery?
Don’t tell me it’s all gagged out history!
How I devoured, defecated and discharged you
Now to savour, excrement and spew anew
The vicious cycle of my indigestion,
Which always leads to bitter deception
I quit savoring your validation
And your appetite for consummation
My infectious tapeworms will stay in your bowel
Where they’ll mutate, procreate and scour
I’m your eternally addictive fast food:
Piquant, creamy, lewd
Mouth-wateringly hypnotic:
Your queer narcotic
But I still crave you
And want your taste anew