By: Chloe Cordasco
Art by: Shena Han
“Like a priest by a cowl,” blinded
That’s how and where I want you
all, and these are the terms of my
surrender if I am to continue walking
these streets and meadows where the
gold red leaves line my runway and I
continue on, with blessed dopamine,
waiting for my turn. it’s nearly disgusting
how I am adept by now at making
up love like a drum but now I’m writing
slow as Virgil but the love is on a tv
screen, it’s ok. no worries here darling,
no worries at all here pretty darling
not in the weeds pretty hardy and springing
up in the dead roads of the local
sanitorium, but it’s ok because
this is my home, i am Insanity Madness and
the Cure all in one, everything
outside is inside too and the insides belong
To the world. that’s what I wish they
would take, willingly. I want to share. [this is a period.]
and sharing means other words they do
not understand. I am not done yet.
Don’t Go Yet. How Can I Not Know What
I want, confident Comme des Garçons
for real, trust. better. Giving. I am
better.
[at the very least, I will begin charging old men for perceiving me.
Will.]
Sighing, I am as vain as I allow. Dance
better, sigh better, fly every chance
I get above alone the marshes where
reeds bend wind whistles she’s going.
Reeds and thighs dance better than
wood and stone beating death
Bending to the rhythm
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