In original kink, Jubi Arriola-Headley explores kink as mythscape of promised pleasure, lush and lustral, kink as Godzilla’s desire for softness and the boy gone “starburst,” kink as “the sun-soaked / surface of impossible kick,” as “something loose enough / to dance in.” At once soliloquy, praise song, and injunction, original kink divines the brutal offices and beauteous comforts of syntax, street corners, and superheroes as sites for Black and queer (un)becomings. Accompanied by Eve, Isaac Newton, and a dizzying cast of daddies, Arriola-Headley writes into pleasure’s beyond, crafting poems that “glutton at spring’s source, / ever lovedrunk on / the insistent gush” of the world and create a dazzling, multiple “we.”
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