Dwayne Hunt
I started with Foucault,
and went headlong
into Derrida and
de Saussure. Then
Baudrillard, Lacan and
Zizek, and their
countless vassals. Shredding
the map, burning
the territory. I
built and tore down
grammars and dreamed that I
could add a last
piece that would bring it all
together; to
make the world change the way
it saw itself.
Down the rabbit hole
deep and deeper.
But everything crumbled
when I faced a
problem that no grammar
was equipped for.
When Vita Diego
challenged me to
use language to capture
her orgasm.
I tried and failed and tried
and failed and tried.
After, I came back to
the surface and
breathed the cool air for the
first time in years.