Kissoon's Loop

  I want you to cause God’s name to bloom from my open mouth; Tláloc’s lightning to proliferate through mine iron-bearing vessels. Glitching...

Bursting sugared lime inside you— fleshy inguinal citrus— tart and piquant, aching sunshine: there were nearly tears in your eyes, saliva dr...

What a wonderful thing: enough time face-to-face to know the curves of your eyes. Enough space: vocal folds vibrating diatomic air to cochle...

When you ask me how I am doing, you are asking me to lie.  You die for a relationship with a pocketed picture of me at age ten; forced smile...

Do not meet my eyes. I will not allow you to meet my eyes. I refuse to let my Self be destroyed. I am not supposed to Be forever; when I Sep...