6.13 / Queer Two

Five Poems
















Dear secondary umbilical,

A slowly opening camber for the zygote that is also the antiquity.

If I make documents that are truly beautiful, is that enough to have mattered to the earth?

To have mattered to the ether as earth?

Or is it necessary that I find ways to be held here in a human body-fixed to the earth?

I am interested in feeling the separation between myself in form and myself transcendent of form, as an intricate and purposeful heaviness, rather than as psychosis.

I wonder if I am inherently a shape which exists due to merges and cosmic fusions, rather than due to shapes related to a void?

What would it take in order for me to be an everlasting prodigy of my own multi-planar potential?

I feel that I must be potently admixed, in order to never be impotent or without fecundation.


j/j hastain lives in Colorado, USA with her beloved. j/j is the author of numerous full-length, cross-genre works such as: asymptotic lover // thermodynamic vents (BlazeVox Books), our bodies as beauty inducers (Rebel Satori Press), we in my Trans (JMS Books LLC), autobiography of my gender (Moria), ulterior eden (Otoliths), prurient anarchic omnibus (Spuyten Duyvil), long past the presence of common (Say it with Stones), vigorous (Eight Ball Press), verges and vivisections (Knives Spoons and Forks) as well as many chapbooks and artist’s books. j/j’s writing has appeared in numerous journals including MiPoesias, Fact-Simile, Sextures, Trickhouse, Vlak, Unlikely Stories, The Offending Adam, Eccolinguistics, Poems-For-All and Kelsey. j/j is an elective affinities participant, a member of Dusie kollektiv and a regular contributor to Sous Les Paves. j/j’s manuscript extant shamanisms won the Pavement Saw poetry award. In 2011 j/j’s book we in my Trans was nominated for the Stonewall Book Award.