Diaries of a Terrorist
Sexy, outspoken, and explosive, the terrorist of Soto’s debut collection resists police violence with linguistic verve and radical honesty.

This debut poetry collection demands the abolition of policing and human caging. In Diaries of a Terrorist, Christopher Soto uses the “we” pronoun to emphasize that police violence happens not only to individuals, but to whole communities. His poetics open the imagination towards possibilities of existence beyond the status quo. Soto asks, “Who do we call terrorist, & why”? These political surrealist poems shift between gut-wrenching vulnerability, laugh-aloud humor, and unapologetic queer punk raunchiness. Diaries of a Terrorist is groundbreaking in its ability to speak—from a local to a global scale—about one of the most important issues of our time.
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Diaries of a Terrorist
Sexy, outspoken, and explosive, the terrorist of Soto’s debut collection resists police violence with linguistic verve and radical honesty.

This debut poetry collection demands the abolition of policing and human caging. In Diaries of a Terrorist, Christopher Soto uses the “we” pronoun to emphasize that police violence happens not only to individuals, but to whole communities. His poetics open the imagination towards possibilities of existence beyond the status quo. Soto asks, “Who do we call terrorist, & why”? These political surrealist poems shift between gut-wrenching vulnerability, laugh-aloud humor, and unapologetic queer punk raunchiness. Diaries of a Terrorist is groundbreaking in its ability to speak—from a local to a global scale—about one of the most important issues of our time.
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Diaries of a Terrorist

Diaries of a Terrorist

by Christopher Soto
Diaries of a Terrorist

Diaries of a Terrorist

by Christopher Soto

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Sexy, outspoken, and explosive, the terrorist of Soto’s debut collection resists police violence with linguistic verve and radical honesty.

This debut poetry collection demands the abolition of policing and human caging. In Diaries of a Terrorist, Christopher Soto uses the “we” pronoun to emphasize that police violence happens not only to individuals, but to whole communities. His poetics open the imagination towards possibilities of existence beyond the status quo. Soto asks, “Who do we call terrorist, & why”? These political surrealist poems shift between gut-wrenching vulnerability, laugh-aloud humor, and unapologetic queer punk raunchiness. Diaries of a Terrorist is groundbreaking in its ability to speak—from a local to a global scale—about one of the most important issues of our time.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781556596346
Publisher: Copper Canyon Press
Publication date: 05/03/2022
Pages: 80
Product dimensions: 6.40(w) x 8.60(h) x 0.30(d)

About the Author

Christopher Soto (he/they) is a poet from Los Angeles, California, who also goes by the name Loma. They work at UCLA with the Ethnic Studies Centers and sit on the Board of Directors for Lambda Literary. A 2019 CantoMundo fellow, they are the author of the chapbook Sad Girl Poems and the editor of Nepantla: An Anthology Dedicated to Queer Poets of Color.

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The Terrorist Shaved His Beard

After Cecilia Vicuña & Layli Longsoldier

The root of terrorism is terror
Etymologically derived from
The Spanish word tierra // Meaning land

Or maybe // The root of terrorism is error
Etymologically derived from
The Greek // Err // Meaning to be incorrect

Or maybe we err about the etymology
Maybe we’re wrong // To think terrorism means
One who exists incorrectly on this land

In Spanish the word terrorism becomes terrorismo
Terremoto is a slant rhyme // & An earthquake
A shaking of the land

You change the suffix
The noun can become a verb // Terrorizing
For example // Police are terrorizing our people

Or the tense can be changed to the past // Terrorized
For example // On this land // Our people were
Terrorized by police // By ICE

Is it writers only // Who obsess over punctuation
The question mark // So cute in curiosity
Question // Who do we call terrorist & why


Transactional Sex with Satan

He smoked // Heavily // & Smelled like // The suicide of // One thousand angels

Intergalactic ash // Spread // Over his // Bed sheets // & Vintage dildo // Dreams

We wrote // Bestial love-letters // & Had an affinity // For gothic cemetery // Cults

Mother // Used to ask // For our strangeness // To be locked deep // Inside Alcatraz

Bound & bruised // We became the siren & shipwreck // Synonyms for lonely

Our sex was // Melancholic terrorism or // Witchcraft in the // Catholic Church

He plugged our nose // Our tonsils gaped open // & Dick was shoved into our heart

Lampposts mocked fireflies // In their flicker & worry // About seizures in the sky

Been d rn uc k & practicing // Telepathy with friends // Everyone had low libido

He ejaculated // & Lilacs // Filled the room // Jars of milk & honey // Below stucco

In the morning // Awake & bourgeois // We clipped our toenails into crescent moons

Everything’s legal // Somewhere


Concerning the Necropolitical Landscape

Dear Mother // We apologize for these instructions regarding
Our belated death // But police keep pestering parents on

Where to shake their child’s ashes // Fuck that // Dance &
Laugh our ashes into the volcanoes // Volcanoes are Earth’s

Pimples // About to burst // Dear Mother // We hope neither of
Us dies // But rather // We drift into alzheimers together like

Abuela years ago // We can walk out of the house in our
Bathrobes // Waving at police cars & thinking they’re taxis

Taking father's home // Dear Mother // We haven’t told you but
Bombs in Chelsea were so close last Fall // We fell & prayed

To Holy // Nuns of The Erectile Dysfunction Committee // But
Still // We’ll never understand why // God made something

So beautiful as the sun // On the ridge // To be blinding
Dear Mother // We’ve been much too slow to say thank you

The word twisted on our tongue // We stuttered to say th-thanks &
Maybe it’s our accent // Unable to pronounce refrigrator

En español // refrigerador // As if our language was a child
Who wet the bed from being tickled too much // & If we only

Speak one language // Can we call her Joy // Dear Mother
We’ve read the credit report // & America fiscally sponsored the

Civil War in El Salvador // Where men had genitals cut off
Stuffed into their mouths // Their heads decapitated & placed

Between their legs // Tio saw all his friends // Students slumped
On chain-link fences // After marching outside the university

As a child // We never thought how difficult it must’ve been to
Pick the heads of daisies with us // By the swimming pool

Each petal pulled // We’d recite // He loves us // He loves us not
God must // In the most bloated nights // The fullest nights

God must’ve known // You’d follow us outside // Heaven’s gates
What an oxymoron // There must be a heaven that’s boundless &

Unbridled // Where we can seek asylum // Dear Mother // Please
Teach us how to hold the sorrow // Without losing our arms


A Beautiful Day in the Psychiatric // Garden

In memory of Nate

Policeman panicked & pulled the trigger // Then poof
The blue black boy beneath moonlight disappeared

Ignored by politicians // & Police without remorse
Again & again // A mountain folds into itself & sighs

It’s so American // The constant grieving of violets
Centuries of state violence // Bloom all about us

What’s left to say // Anger’s the spit we swallow
The sunflowers burned out & // Closed their eyes

We counted distance between bullets & our heads
Echo meant // He went to heaven ten blocks away

The freeway’s hands // So high above the clouds &
We tried not to jump // What’re our wary wings worth

If we wax our feathers // Would shootings cease
If we shaved our brows to sew a coat // Wouldn’t

He still be cold


We’ve Been Yearning for a Riot

At the Los Angeles Zoo

The cobras unlocked their jaws into safety pins // Picked
Open the locks of their terrariums & escape

The penguins threw // Student loans at women with Prada purses
So upset the thought of // Happiness existing anywhere seemed insulting

The albino rhinoceros battered // Open the gates of his captivity
How he dreamt of a road trip & camping in Yosemite

To walk in the valley & let waterfalls empty their bladders into his mouth
The ram rammed open // The gates of his enclosure too

The apricot parrot // Sang the same song of struggle
Anti-capitalism means // The rich can no longer control us with their laws

This whole fucking zoo bursted like a // Molotov-cocktail
When the parrot set flame to the aviary &

Then a fly flew // Onto the spine of a gazelle // A gazelle
Who was lighting a blunt while // Resting her hip against the ice cream stand &

The alligators started to pour margaritas
Alligators used to be enemies with the gazelle // But now they’re together

They hijacked the stereo & started dancing to Selena’s
Bidi Bidi Bom Bom

The pigs // A most anxious of animals // Stayed locked inside
The pigs were clutching their badges // Hiding in mud & waiting for the uproar to pass

Then came the wisps of tranquilizer darts // Humans pushing giraffes whose
Necks were craned in the shape of a // McDonald’s arch &

Already at the juncture where everyone suspended // We mustn't
Fold back to corn meals // From the trough

We dashed to freedom // Our cheetah crop-top // Turned us into a cheetah
Our legs were pixelated in quick motion // Catch us

If you can


Barebacking the Barback

We’re his // Retired slut on food stamps // Forever

Sniffing horse tranquilizer // Seeing digital dreams

This sweet & cherry // Boy-pussy is a great machine

Twice // Faggots chased // Down the nude // Avenue

Stalked & photographed // Buying burner-phones

The cellophane sound of cyber threats // Entropy

In the new brutal // Black midnight // Public crying

We spoke literally // We lost obsidian // & A job

On the dark web // We were harassed // Scissoring

Our femme queen // & He violined // A bit nervously

The sky a constellation of arrows // Something gold

Feathered forgiveness // Forgive us // For speaking

We spoke // Smelling like dog piss & disappointment

Everyone hurt // Spat diamonds // On the sand

Hell’s temperate climate // Compared to // This life

Without you

Table of Contents

1

Meteor Shower // Or Where The Sky Skid Its Knees 5

Police Shot A Field Of Daisies 6

Chandelier Hangs In The Shape Of An Octopus 7

A Beautiful Day In The Psychiatric // Garden 8

2

The Children In Their Little Bulletproof Vests 11

3

The Future's Bright // Beside A Nuclear Waste Site 21

The Terrorist Shaved His Beard 23

When The Clouds Caught Smoker's Cough 24

To Blow On The Horns Of A Bull 25

Transgender Cyborgs Attack 26

Orgies For The Elderly 27

Barebacking The Barback 28

In Support Of Violence 29

Two Lovers In Perfect // Synchronicity 30

Yummm // Scabies For Breakfast 36

Transactional Sex With Satan 37

All The Dead Boys Look Like Us 38

Schizophrenic Fucker 40

Concerning The Necropolitical Landscape 41

The Joshua Tree // Submits Her Name Change 43

Job Opening For Border Patrol Agents 44

We've Been Yearning For A Riot 45

4

Then A Hammer // Realized Its Life Purpose 49

Acknowledgments 63

Notes 65

About the Author 69

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