Ghost boy bops on the dance floor
In among just girls
Who want boys who once were girls
Who wanted boys and wanted girls
Who are not boys and nor are girls
Dancing solo to drive the drowsy away
Slipping guns into belts as they bop
Life’s a killer
Ghost boy ⋮ killer.
Pan Pan, taken from his song “Jolt Me Like a Bolt on the Dance Floor” (2021)
Φάντασμα αγόρι χορεύει στην πίστα
Ανάμεσα σε μόνο κορίτσια
Που θέλουν αγόρια
Που ήταν κορίτσια
Που θέλαν αγόρια
Και θέλαν κορίτσια
Που δεν είναι αγόρια
Και ούτε κορίτσια
Χορεύουνε μόνα να φύγει η νύστα
Χορεύουν και βάζουν το όπλο στη ζώνη
Ζωή που σκοτώνει
Translated for (and taken from) the essay “Our Army of Lovers” by Mare Spanoudaki that appeared in Issue One (“The Cultural and Political Memory of HIV”) of Octopus, the EMST magazine.
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But rejection ⋮ at night.
It is ⋮ everything .
arkhæio
HIV MEMORY
dubitanda
before ⋮ death emotive ⋮ realm
