Part of a larger piece
Sometimes I can taste the memory of an Instagram photo of a girl crouching
in reeds.
Like she has had a past you can touch, a kitchen island in the middle, and
like if I were to do it
it would feel kinetic
or not like anything.
.
This might be the last year or week of my proper life.
Sometimes I muse:
This is the last year my laptop will ever exist.
No one cares about what they found on a planet anymore,
even when it’s lights. No one cares what the nine-year-old saw before he died
as told on Sixty Minutes. I went to the cemetery and no one was crying. They invented Aqualux:
water in a needle for your face. My eye crease has an extra crease on the left one.
I picture them mentioning it at the bar while I’m peeing hovered over through two walls,
my pelvic floor tearing on the fibers like flank, gum, cable, and when I wake up
at six in the morning
before I really have
the trucks engines are slowing outside
and I have been taken blindfolded to an aircraft. It’s good for the body to feel imbalanced where it lies.
.
I am blind baby prophet
ask me about third world tsunamis.
Ask me about the Dow in the Cava line. Ask me about the female orgasm
and lesbians.
My eye is milky without the cataract, just milky with tenderness,
and my guesses are all for after we are dead anyway.
.
Executive assistant: Snapchat
Executive assistant: Roku
and the idea of Sunchips
.
The Simpsons predicted digital blackout
I am told
by a TGI Fridays server
in an ad for a heavy duty portable phone charger.
.
There is
also
the sun going down
between the house and the fence.
.
“Bratty princess draining” is
also
going live
money is dancing its way into her emblem, which is over and to the right, her cheekbones are
edited sharper and shining opalescent, this part true and real life, someone bought her makeup
just to see it back on their screen.
How sweet.
I wonder, when she hears morning trucks slowing,
whether she feels corroded from the inside skin on the inside of her vital viscera, picked through
and devilish inside her holes, her laptop holes, and the only thing to help
would be getting in one truck
and riding with him to a corned beef hash.
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