Two Poems
Robin Sinclair
When your world is ruled by another,
you are forced to perform, to spit,
to jump,
to be cruel when all you want is to be beautiful.
When your world is ruled by another,
you are forced to perform, to spit,
to jump,
to be cruel when all you want is to be beautiful.
So much is defined by the shape of our pain.
The scar on my arm where my thumb rubbed through layer after layer of skin.
But what was important for me about SMB3 was that it was a “safe” environment where I could perform my homosexuality by chasing/desiring the princess. I had this limitless free space in which to explore.
Really, this is all me engaging with the game in different ways. I’m having a conversation with it. I often do this way in my writing. For example, I have responded to Bowie lyrics, Doctor Who dialogue, and Barbie commercials.
Here you can slide on the ice
with your sister
Here when you are hurt your body is shortened
legs chopped from beneath you
Here if you hold the a-button you can linger in the air
a canyon-jumper
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