Joseph Soares
Prayers from the Tippelzone
● My body is a temple is a hollowed home is a resting stop is a compromise between who i need to be and who i am.
● I watch myself in the mirror, more of an apparition than a reflection.
● Beating heart is nothing more than a reminder of the burden.
● I’m losing time, but my time is cheap.
● Now it’s time to wait for the Call.
● Vince was right (he’s always right).
Becoming
My body’s in translation
Somewhere
Between utero
And
Coming of age
Fermenting
Slowly, becoming
Itself
Skin grows over
Emeritus
Bones, a gathering,
Picturesque
Proofing, crust
Cracking
For final revision
(From Pigeon Zine Vol. 1, Fluidity)
Airborne
Sometimes I leave my body.
I’ve never been (on a plane)
But I imagine
That’s what it feels like.
Suspended,
Still,
Breathing.
Song of my 25th Birthday
my life is chronicled in dusty pages and used condoms discarded and forgotten in the sea that
breathes under my bed. ceremonial basement tattoos performed to mark milestones are what
tie these stories to the lives i get to witness, lives so fragile, transitory images of could-be
friends. could-be friends but life is short and we don’t last too long in these parts, not statistically
according to the sorts of lives we live, but at least they’re lives. they say it’s never too late to
change, but why does the burden fall on us to change when we’ve already spent every ounce of
a miniscule existence to just stay alive, just one more day? it doesn’t feel like home here
anymore, i don’t recognize anybody and all my friends are gone or too fucked up or in jail or
something and i’m starting to have nightmares again.
Open Yourself
City queers tramelled by visions of panopticon
Beautiful movements dulled by tragic realism
Sanity, gender, it’s all connected
A Benthamene structure,
Designed and materialized
To the detriment of
Community.
Forget your learned logics
Open yourself to the sky
Open yourself to experience
Open yourself to love and being loved,
I’ve learned to be two different things.
Being queer is knowing it’s all
Downhill from here
(So take care of each other)
Joseph Soares is a Professional Writing student who has previously studied in English Literature and History before leaving the university setting over moral questions and to focus on artistic projects. He writes fiction and poetry and often focusses on themes of addiction, madness, and transness. He can be found on Twitter @JoeSoares98
Joseph’s microchap LIFE AGAIN is available now through kith books