Helena Dorsey

Queluz, Portugal

Her name covers a thousand schizophrenic faces like slender skin dressing lacquered bones. When Helena occasionally leaves the House of Utter Madness she has locked herself in, she plans to steal you into the other side of the mirror and writes strange things down. She'll wake up every morning, living in your planet until she gets tired of it, burns herself secretly and puts her ashes to sleep underneath a tesserae duvet, the fervid soil of Venus perspiring with her. One of these days you'll find her breathing inside of you, dancing her dance of talismanic smiles and languid solid tears. For now, dive into her. Trustfully.

191 wandering words and a missing fetus

The wind was blowing choreographies of vertiginous waves the air was impregnated with acid teardrops of tragedy we were over and you were shouting nonsense about our end

Let's rehearse once again I don't think we got it right let's re-record this scene you're not saying your lines properly come here I'll teach you how to say I love you

Our house was trembling in discordant fear we were babies curled inside a vacant nest you wrapped me in twenty dresses that keep me naked and cold reminiscent endometrium dissolved inside my womb

Let's edit all the messy parts I'll leave out the placenta glued to my walls for three nights sounds of cartilages finding their way into the sand more blood bombs exploding fragmented bodies on TV

What a magnificent spectacle this must be from above do you think we could buy a new god this doesn't seem to be working anymore

Some fools still believe in peace don't they make you laugh then don't I'll teach you how to say I love you I love you with the right intonation I love you with you legs furled around mine.

HIV's Secret World Tour

Another miracle of life
--a cell
feeding on antibodies and salty things
dreamed electrically.
of intelligence, of multicellular evolution.
of having a memory of feeling love.
of fitting into a strange hot world.

But for now
immediate survival was in demand
so, swimming in the white moisture
along with the spermatozoa

it moved from the body of the man I loved
that night
to mine.

I contracted with the pleasure.

Inimitable Intimacy

He's that kind of boy
That makes a true ode to beauty
Out of me
Even when I'm ugly

He indulges me
Into skillful foreplay
Which can take about an hour or so
If we are in the mood

And his perversions
-- such as his dubious attraction to young girls
Seem nothing to me but brand new affection styles
For today sensuality is spared and love rules

And I've heard that Shakespeare
Would have wanted to photograph us
To appear
In the front cover of
"Two Lover's Inimitable Intimacy"