Performed at the Bakery Atlanta for the group show Mass Hysteria curated by Leá Boulch in May of 2018


This piece deals with equality in emotional labor and was performed with an audio recording of the following poem by the artist:


Aiming Away

I've waited too long to set my boundaries
and now I seem as if a car alarm that is too sensitive,
having complaint at every street corner.

I go off at the twitch of your finger tips,
and the ride home
is
music too soft to hear the bass
in silent passing mirage.

This is what a psychiatrist once told me.
I sat with him for an hour,
diagnosed a label
that did everything but set me free.

I've taken to sleeping in longer
my dreams are finally those I wish I lived in,
not torturous of your only sin,
but filled with crowd-surfing
divinity.

They seem to get more complex
the more I spend time by myself,
redefining the worth of touch.

Is it so bad that I feel the currents
surrounding me?
A higher sense of understanding
everything, how it relates
to my progression.

I can see your flaws so bluntly,
and offer them up with tact,
but I would offend you.

Am I an Android;
a sponge of analytics
ringing out the condensation
of what I intake.

180526 Aiming Away

**Poem 5**

People stare at my tits 
as I walk down the street 
when I don’t wear a binder. 

There’s nothing comfortable about having tits or trying to hide them.

verbage: DYSPHORIA
I rust at fatty tissue on my chest and 
the cancer that might bloom within it 
if I take my meds for too long before getting them removed.

It’s difficult to be one with your body when it wants to kill you…


Remove my nipples and suck it all out!

Each cell of fermentation;
the estrogen of evil,
the simulacrum of girlhoods torture–

I’m the sheath and the silicone sword.
I’m the phantom dull in the oblivion.
My goddamn vortex is too deep for a fucking vortex.

The private bloodstain of earth is treasonous,
A sacred cursed conundrum.

I’m a tendril in the moss, hoping to find something to latch onto–


shane dedman