JUNK junk
Poems from my spam folder by Rae White
What the heck am I about to read? This is a weird little zine / micro-chapbook of poems inspired by a spam email I received. I was drawn to the peculiar poetry of the probable-bot, who was trying to seduce me with clunky mysterious lines like: ‘I stroked him his chest, abdomen, sponges.’ I was captivated. So I used only lines, phrases and words* from this spam email to create 5 poems (*this included changing the tense of words e.g. from ‘breathed’ to ‘breathing’). I also used the text manipulator http://glassleaves.herokuapp.com/ to scramble words, to splice and reverse sentences, etc. Thank you for reading this odd little zine with its disgustingly 90’s Word-tastic aesthetic. I hope you enjoy it! PS: the original spam email is at the back of this zine, so you can have a hearty chuckle at the source material. PPS: thanks to Unsplash for the photos.
Bio Rae White is a non-binary poet, writer and zinester living in Brisbane. Their manuscript Milk Teeth won the 2017 Arts Queensland Thomas Shapcott Poetry Prize and will be published by the University of Queensland Press in September 2018. Rae’s poem ‘what even r u?’ placed second in the 2017 Overland Judith Wright Poetry Prize. Their poetry has been published in Meanjin Quarterly, Cordite Poetry Review, Overland, Rabbit and others.
[Content warning: masturbation]
20 minutes sweet indulgent minutes my movements, weightless my clothes, fettered on the floor freedom of touch of silken strokes of abdomen take the torture
hard body
firm hips
naked breasts
from dating: my body
independent from you as I caress open open only
my skin for me
my lips
eyes
[Content warning: sex]
Dating profile
dating profile
i and
i and the him
the him moving
moving
breathing open
breathing open periodically.
periodically. sex eyes stir
sex eyes stir
oh the body
oh the body
heavily
heavily clothed.
clothed. please begin
please begin
i’ll be silk
i’ll be silk
and waiting in the bedroom
and waiting in the bedroom
Weightless Your breathy movements are close to torture. Emily, you’re almost transparent. You are weightless silk caressing carpet,
weighing down my freedom.
I’m heavily tied to you and this bedroom
(the stroke, your body
in profile, laying proud). Oh sweet Emily: you gradually stir, imitate the skin, arrange the remains. We can’t go back but you cannot release.
[Content warning: murder and torture – coz I’ve been watching too much Killing Eve, sorry not sorry]
How sweet I do not want to torture you. But I want to spend time with you. You’re cool. You’re in my bedroom
my bed.
I see how heavily you breathe. Your hands and feet, firmly tied, your legs cramped. You behave yourself, eyes caressing me
my movements
my lips. Do you like
how I started? How I touch your chest, tear off your clothes and your translucent silk? Now my hands will
not only
caress skin.
I indulge in your abdomen, spread wide open. Sweet friend, oh
how sweet.
How hard it is for you to see this, because you cannot do anything. I dive inside. You move your hips, calling out.
How sweet.
I lay you down on the carpet so you can see me, proud, over your weightless chest. I like you and you are eager for freedom. I inject you, remove the remains, then gradually
release you.
indulge me my proposal: sponges and bananas, arranged translucent on carpet and sent email-wide in minutes. it’s an idea, a proud independent idea. i’m waiting for your call.
The gift that keeps on giving – the original spam email that inspired this collection. You’re welcome J What do you say to my proposal? Hey. Someone gave me your email. I think that when I meet, I'll tell you who it was. I know that you're cool in bed. And you love hard sex. I want to spend time with you. Because I also like hard sex. I already have an idea how it will be. I go into the bedroom. You're lying on the bed. Your hands and feet, I'm firmly tied to the back. Your eyes are independent and proud. Well, let's see how you behave yourself in a few minutes. I begin to caress my body, gradually releasing it from the weightless translucent silk. My firm breasts are already naked. Now I come closer to you and touch the chest of your body. Do you like how I started? I see how heavily you breathed. And your sweet friend has already stirred, he is cramped in clothes fetters, he is eager for freedom. Oh, how sweet it is. I removed the remains of weightless clothes from you. Now my hands will not only caress the skin. I'll take a banana. I lay down on the carpet so that you can clearly see me and my movements. My legs are spread wide open and banana imitating your handsome strokes my lips. periodically diving inside. How hard it is for you to see this, because you can not do anything! But I do not want to torture you completely. I'm coming up, tearing off your clothes from you and starting to indulge in your penis. I stroked him his chest, abdomen, sponges. You start moving your hips, wanting to enter me as soon as possible. I sit on top of him and slowly inject your penis into myself. Oh, how sweet. That's not all I want to do. I do not know how to call you. If you agree to meet me. Then I have a profile on a dating site. You can find out the phone number, open my profile Emilyonelive32 I'm waiting for your call to arrange a meeting. I'm 20 minutes away from you. It's close. Your Emily.