Derrick Austin interviews Erica Dawson
I still freak out when the column deadline comes around. But it’s so much fun and I’m so incredibly happy that Creative Loafing gave me the opportunity to do this, especially since I’m, pretty much, learning as I go. Writing prose has reminded me that not everything wants to be a poem. Several poems I’ve struggled with have turned into columns. Some things seem better suited for fluidity of a sentence stretching across a page. And it’s also reminded me that looking around doesn’t have to be composition. Not everything has to become a poem, or nonfiction, or anything but just casual observation.
Some days, what I remember still
Surprises me. Last year in late
May, the cicadas showed up shrill,
Their ceaseless organs airing Mate,
No, mate with me. They titillate
I’ll fuck you in the ass and throat,
Aurelius and Furius:
both of you tend to play the bitch.
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Second image is Erastes and eromenos kissing. Tondo of an Attic red-figured cup. at The Louvre