O l i v i a S i o T s e —

A Little Anti-Swagger

Lowers the blinds for a moment of privacy and technical joy

I’m not one to articulate the birds

rush an anthem across the window

what does this powergland reveal I couldn’t believe

you sensed my limits without description.

There Is a Future of Growing

Food under the stairs. Flowering

within the terms of archival lust

or dust packs in the data center

I paid for flirting with my eyes

certain people in my history live

nowhere but webinars on YouTube

all they have to do is stay there don’t move.

To Be Supplied

The easiest ever necklace, we

are searching even in sleep. By

my count, every chest tips onto

lakeside bleachers – look for your

collar. Are we attending? I come

supplied now, but still wresting

where your robe flaps eyeshade

white. You enter the body just to

dream about its froth, and later

the merit of it. I ask to be served

as a particle, after dirt, as if we had

not been recently ribbed – so there

is sum outside of time. I am not

putting my stomach away until

winter, until you lap at its clock

and even then, we pet the canopy

light – filtering a facefirst herald.

No one is making us meet for this

ice cream, its pretty and invisible

zipper. Over our table, you give in.

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