By Liam Strong
[misnomer of taste. it’s as if we don’t really relish as the verb instructs. as if: when we bite the word fuck into a memory-foam pillow. so the word forfeits tinge. we can survive without the tongue if amputated correctly. & if conjugated on a nonlinear plane: the roots of the muscle become timeless. i.e., all our actions & verbal cues would lack tenses.] [rhetoric with tumor & pine pitch. he says he doesn’t like the word clush. sounds too pretty. & nasty. all at once. sounds like it’s better than it is. sounds like the ending of a thing that perishes after it departs the body. episteme historically not florid. various carmine fruits are appropriate here according to linguistic relativity. but when an ending occurs–but when another ending doesn’t occur. as a result ≠ a singularity.] [not clustered search. possibly like the blood trail of José Arcadio. not possibly the squelch of partially melted sentiment. the perfect temperament when snow or ice deforms into the image of god. he says it doesn’t even make a sound when he finishes; the sentence runs without collision. like no one else was even in the room with him.
Liam Strong (they/them) is a queer neurodivergent cottagecore straight edge punk writer who has earned their B.A. in writing from University of Wisconsin-Superior. They are the author of the chapbook everyone’s left the hometown show (Bottlecap Press, 2023). You can find their poetry and essays in Impossible Archetype and Emerald City, among several others. They are most likely gardening and listening to Bitter Truth somewhere in Northern Michigan.
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