Once the genre is I like gay art I know nothing about it.
Voices, say, personalities, like voices, are lent us. It’s directional, a voice in the workplace, seaside, e.g. Along the marsh distant particles of sun reverse, all presumptions of innocent human form, leading up to the bridge and

lattice: All around human hearing you can find warmth. Live, charged, brilliant to the coast.
An obsession invades a host, the work and life. Like the family and fellow nationals you had.
Four husbands.

Not bad.