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Distillation

August 28, 2018August 27, 2018 Jen Rouse

20 drops per minute. Until the liquid turned vapor leaves a residue so intoxicatingly flammable, everything smells like risk. She said, let’s create a vessel. Let’s create an apparatus. Let’s slow the process, no need for this hemorrhage of light. We will dissolve, return, split, and form again, with greater Read more

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The Hypatia State

July 24, 2018August 25, 2018 Jen Rouse

My father said, “You will be a perfect human.” And I wondered, as a child, if I was not human, was I serpent, perhaps? perhaps circle, eclipse, or parabola? the curve of a flat plane cutting through a cone? Was I, at all, beautiful? Women, they said, were not human. Read more

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Attraction

May 28, 2018May 30, 2018 Jen Rouse

A distance between belief and science? Are we enlightened? Are we sublime? What is extraordinary? This mermaid of scales and papier mâché or a sand and stone Goliath?  Are you a wonder? Or artful deception? Have you ever gazed upon a basilisk, a wicked Jenny Haniver? Have you been Humbugged? Read more

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Thorn and Kiss

May 16, 2018June 11, 2018 Jen Rouse

You bite your lip in nervous habit, a tiny blossom of blood rises. I want to put my thumb there, to taste the salt and pain. In nervous habit, I want this blood to rise like a rose against your thigh. Tiny blossom against my lips. I want your bite, Read more

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