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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