A Lovers' Discourse: Evan Johnson and Eugenie Brinkema

“Here I am, seated on the outskirts of a lovers’ discourse, desperate to attend to the inscriptions each has left upon the other. In smile-lines and the way hands brush beneath the table as though I wouldn’t notice, in the wordless jut of a chin, eyes flashed in recognition, soft exhale, I see the pathways of exchange unfurl in rivers across these bodies which are for one another in life as much as in work. And yet, still, I must inevitably face the blunt and radiant truth, that there are things which pass between these two that will forever remain illegible to me, things which were never mine to know.”

a small note: due to editorial necessities, the pdf (my original text) differs slightly from the one available online