Oblivion is full of so much optimism it’s almost time for bombs to go off and I haven’t
selected to right hue of lipstick the one that suggests ripeness with a hint of ironic
smoldering that I’m on the market that I’m sold and about to blow up cherry mist
in the dust of biofilms white teeth chattering as debris flies by in arks of broken memory
dendrites of hypothetical romance I almost loved that man he flies into a pile of time
and materials that will be used to erect the next empire I almost saved him now his limbs
are in a stack of charms and will become my quartz shackles after a hundred years of
elegant rotting my laughter and accessories
To be clear these are not my fantasies but a choreographer must not only build the
gestures of the dance one by one she must demonstrate them are you ready to
move beautifully with me this winter between decay & totalising optimism utopia of
mayhem and opps and feds and that girls and magic auburn thrashing
that turns their collapse into black leisure are you ready with me?
Harmony Holiday is the author of several collections of poetry and writes criticism for 4Columns, Image, Bookforum, The New Yorker, etc. She runs a jazz poetry/poetics archive and performance series in Los Angeles. Her first solo exhibition at The Kitchen in New York opens in spring 2024.