Tourniquet

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An interrogation of a Canon 80D’s eyes, ears, mouth and nose that attempts to carve reflections on trans lesbian femininity away from the smearing vortex of its throat and the caterwauling grind of its internal organs. I was waltzing/spinning/wrestling with- but never away from- its eroticized gaze. My camera is a black box, made by coincidence, by the churning gears of industry and capital, fit only for antiquated, draconian tongues. I wanted to look inside and whisper in its ear and taste its sweet breath and found that it looks pretty there, all tied up on its sticks.

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