We are hungry for imprudent, sensational, immodest, revolutionary public gorgeousness. We need dignity and texture and fountains.
The children are on fire.
Becoming-woman Becoming-animal Becoming-minor Becoming-revolutionary.
The past is a grotesque animal.
We’re already dead, and we want to kill them.
Measuring her own grave.
Studies for a village.
The aesthetics of saturation: sunflower seeds.
Everything else was nothing. Else.
