Item: I couldn’t get to sleep last night. Item: the weather is lovely today. Item: I know I said my clavicle (that word again) is made of candle wax. you told me to be careful when opening my shirt to the sun. Item: a fantasy where we pack a picnic but eat none of the food. Item: the man who doesn’t love easily loves too much Item: toenail, takeout wrapper, apology. Item: my bed covered in oil. the fact that you’ve never slept here means something but I’m: too hungry to figure it out . the kitchen is also covered in oil. Item: the eucalyptus leaf taped to the perfume bottle makes a nice sculpture but is it too heavy-handed: (Obsession bound to nature)? Item: hair bleach is a small price to pay for a whole new personality. Item: why do you perform? Item: I always sweat in therapy. Item: I watched you fling your clothes across the room like this. I watched you become a sheet. your body in the window. I felt: you watching me. writhing on the dirty floor, becoming sheet. my body in the window. Item: heavy Item: finding the source of the sadness is a nightly activity, like washing.
Jack Meriwether is a poet and performance artist from Ohio currently living and working in New York City. Their writing has most recently been featured in Deluge, Bad Pony (both forthcoming), Leste Magazine, Dum Dum Zine, and The Dandelion Review. Their work focuses on queer longing and identity, which they incorporate into their movement-based performance work. Jack’s chapbook Dear Husband is available for digital download at jackmeriwether.com.