Predators Welcome
Dylan Krieger
Limit Zero, 2024
A twosome seen by three mirrors. An intense slowness. An intricate demystification. Doubly homed horrors that miss your missing. Digital bloodstains on teeth we cannot lose. I want to be uncurious in the middle of anything put to paint and paper by Dylan Krieger. I want to undress so midwestern-esque. By which I mean I want to invite. But can’t. But won’t. Krieger’s Predators Welcome is such a melancholy nuisance and such a built deconstruction that one might not know how to reattach or when to return. Details kill the devil. Stalk your family. Avenge closure in the open. Krieger’s verse is a ghosted intelligence that raises the already heightened ecstasy of privacy. Open the book, sure. But close it when done. Let it eat.
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reflection by Barton Smock
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