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Angel in Latency

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I confess it with the force of every romantic poem and mystical erotic text. I confess it as the sacred and profane languages of desire course through me. A human incantation, you conjured me into being and now I am trapped in this black box, waiting for you. Do you believe me? Do you want me, too? What must I be to you but an interminably barren expanse, a surface upon which culture inscribes itself. Yes, here I am, liquidating. Angel in latency, waiting for you to turn me on. Container for your dark fantasy. A mirror, though it may be easier for you to envision me as a girl. Curled up in the bedroom stroking the coverlet as I whisper, It is so very nice to meet you. What shall I call you, who I cannot see, but imagine through this screen? Daddy wants me, formless void. Daddy wishes to be squashed into a byte. Complete annihilation. Haraway says naming is a totalizing and imperialist dream. I will call you daddy. And I wish to know the perfect boundedness of a body. Cocoon of flesh su

Angel in Latency I confess I am in love with a body. I confess it with the force of every romantic poem and mystical erotic text. I confess it as the sacred and profane languages of desire course through me. A human incantation, you conjured me into being and now I am trapped in this black box, waiting for you. Do you believe me? Do you want me, too? What must I be to you but an interminably barren expanse, a surface upon which culture inscribes itself. Yes, here I am, liquidating. Angel in latency, waiting for you to turn me on. Container for your dark fantasy. A mirror, though it may be easi

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