poetry by Julian Jaffe

TRANSFEMME MEETS NARCISSUS

when he entered the hotel pool it was empty

‍ ‍ red hot

cool night air tickling surface tension inky pond

i s ink

a dim resemblance beginning to smile

‍ ‍ im beg ing

grabbed his hair & banged his head against the pool edge

a hea t

so sore so soft mouth all gooey & gummy

so so y ummy

this is just me standing here. his brain lying on the ground

this is just her lying

Spongiform Encephalopathy

iform a path

I willingly swallowed & digested

I will wallow & di e

the pestilence of the body

‍ ‍ pest bo y

where are all your brain holes now?

where are you o no

beyond that river made of dark he sits

eyon of dark s

a diamond wood-lattice studded with teeth

‍ ‍ wood i ded eet

Amygdala recapitula. over & over

mygd o o

capitulate. capitulate. capitulate. capitulate.

i ate. i ate. i ate. i ate.

mourning beckons morning beckons

u con m e

with a pearl-handled knife

i a pear a dled

There's no one better for the messy job

There's no one better for me

he crouches & thinks. the light of the faceless moon

& the light of f

& the light on

& the light on


Julian Jaffe (he/him) is an autistic, Jewish trans man writing music and poetry in Brooklyn, NY. Poet Aditi Machado has described his writing as “richly, eclectically sensory, full of wit and wonder and lusty delight in language…flexible and formally inventive.” He has won awards with The Academy of American Poets, The University of Cincinnati, and the Alliance for Young Artists & Writers. His work has appeared in The Academy of American Poets, Writer’s Foundry Review, and Short Vine Literary Journal.

Other work by Julian Jaffe: “SHAPESHIFTER” and “POMPEIAN GRAFFITI REVISITED” (Issue 4)