dre levant - unholy fruit
[i want you to run your thumb over my waist and not try to fuck me]
[i want to taste wine on your lips and not your vomit]
winter cherry
In Unholy Fruit, Dre Levant bodies desire back into the physical landscape of touch, taste, and smell. These poems, both visual and text based, want us to sit in the visceral experience of finding oneself corporeal, animal, in life, sex, and love.
Digital download includes a scrollable page by page rendering of the print version and a booklet file formatted to print into a fold and print version perfect for sharing (no shame or blame, our goal is more books out in the world) or tucking away in a bag, pile, or pocket, until it’s just the right time.
[i want you to run your thumb over my waist and not try to fuck me]
[i want to taste wine on your lips and not your vomit]
winter cherry
In Unholy Fruit, Dre Levant bodies desire back into the physical landscape of touch, taste, and smell. These poems, both visual and text based, want us to sit in the visceral experience of finding oneself corporeal, animal, in life, sex, and love.
Digital download includes a scrollable page by page rendering of the print version and a booklet file formatted to print into a fold and print version perfect for sharing (no shame or blame, our goal is more books out in the world) or tucking away in a bag, pile, or pocket, until it’s just the right time.
[i want you to run your thumb over my waist and not try to fuck me]
[i want to taste wine on your lips and not your vomit]
winter cherry
In Unholy Fruit, Dre Levant bodies desire back into the physical landscape of touch, taste, and smell. These poems, both visual and text based, want us to sit in the visceral experience of finding oneself corporeal, animal, in life, sex, and love.
Digital download includes a scrollable page by page rendering of the print version and a booklet file formatted to print into a fold and print version perfect for sharing (no shame or blame, our goal is more books out in the world) or tucking away in a bag, pile, or pocket, until it’s just the right time.