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    Disintegrate/Dissociate
    Disintegrate/Dissociate
    Disintegrate/Dissociate
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    Disintegrate/Dissociate

    By Arielle Twist

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    In her powerful debut collection of poetry, Arielle Twist unravels the complexities of human relationships after death and metamorphosis. In these spare yet powerful poems, she explores, with both rage and tenderness, the parameters of grief, trauma, displacement, and identity. Weaving together a past made murky by uncertainty and a present which exists in multitudes, Arielle Twist poetically navigates through what it means to be an Indigenous trans woman, discovering the possibilities of a hopeful future and a transcendent, beautiful path to regaining softness.


    This publication meets the EPUB Accessibility requirements and it also meets the Web Content Accessibility Guidelines (WCAG-AA). It is screen-reader friendly and is accessible to persons with disabilities. A Simple book with few images, which is defined with accessible structural markup. This book contains various accessibility features such as alternative text for images, table of contents, page-list, landmark, reading order and semantic structure.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherArsenal Pulp Press
    Release dateJun 4, 2019
    ISBN9781551527604
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      Disintegrate/Dissociate - Arielle Twist

      Prelude

      The night our kokum died,

      my mother cried out in

      another language.

      I hear her break,

      the cracking of burning wood,

      like it was my own bones

      between walls of mud and dust,

      the structure, on fire.

      I begin to become undone by the sound.

      A rupture, wailing and tears

      landing on purple tiles.

      My ears know everything

      in this house.

      I beg my eyes to stop

      making an ocean—

      water and salt

      fill the crater next to me,

      as if this bed knows nothing but loss.

      I weep into a space left unbodied—

      I think I’ll leave mine too.

      Disintegrate or dissociate.

      I will deconstruct myself,

      and rebuild in her vision.

      Dear White, Cis Men

      Dear white, cis men,

      objects of

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