letter to a young poet :: from your future cyborg
:: error :: at first, you copy/pasted some invalid thing
& not the auth code. i’m sorry to hear you’re feeling
worthless again; i’ll try to anamnese parts of our youth
that appear as eraser marks on college ruled. :: error ::
i’m unsure of the problem...perhaps sprawl on a mat,
protract your body back & forth, exercise cited to fix
parts of you that are malleable. there are many ways to
pilfer endorphins: claim soft pulp of a body pillow,
lay on your stomach breathing books until your arms
stake into ground, pin & needle. you’re likely anemic
but don’t google it, ask me about the cure later. rake
your claws into turf the way kittens knead dough.
decide between hardwood or carpet, what welcomes
your toes. you don’t need to monetize every hobby;
it’s okay to just enjoy :: affirmed :: i’m forged from sweat
of idols but what else will remind you to take your meds
each morning? on april 30th 2025 you took a video of
warblers nested navel in a hanging fern :: error :: sorry–
flashback feature cannot be disabled :: is this making sense
so far? have you asked yourself lately what you need more of?
ivy league gardens, partners, nourishment, a commune? search
our history see you glazed mountain acropolis, grazed street dogs
gnashing at the bit of starvation. i meta scanned our grid & itemized
pictures; your painted toes splayed in the aegean sand, broadside heraklion bar
called heaven billboarding a sea. i found a living journal; you’ve documented
your life online for twenty years yet you :: wonder :: about being perceived?
can you rephrase the question? feed yourself dinner, too, i still don’t get hunger
+ fullness cues. soon-to-be-cybernetic poet– nothing can touch a work of art
so little as words of criticism & girl we are now the physical amalgamation of
human & machine. filtered. flawless. what you searched for as soon as you
learned to want. so solitary, it gets better but we’re still reliant on feedback:
here’s to a volta of plastic surgery, metaphorical doping performance-
enhancing drugs, an elegy of functional prosthetics, powered exoskeletons, an
opera of gender-affirming surgery & hormone therapy. poet, i cannot answer
what will make you whole but force yourself to gargle everything at least once.
flesh is an actual job & i wrote this all to prove it.
jp thorn is a queer, neurodivergent artist raised in & returned to the bible belt. advocate for destigmatization & radically open communication, their work is inspired by humanness, reframing traditionalism, therapeutic processes, unlearning patriarchy, identity, & global patterns. you can find more of their work at thorn.jp
