Poem: Small

Note: If you are looking for my poem "Owl" go here:

Owl

This poem recently appeared in an incredible journal: Scythe. To see it in the magazine, and another poem, "Commute", go here:

OWL in Scythe


To see my review, wander hither:

Plaudits for Scythe

In any case, thank you for reading.

Life trundles on in a cruel-kind ambivalence.

OWL


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Small

i dissolve
into the gyri of a metropolis,
feeling like protein juice
swilled by an AI.

as if Twitter were galactic,
my sentience small.
vesicle in a capillary
of a hive.

what purchase
in this asphalt nest?
how to nudge the orbits
of vain colossi?

justice
bursts in me like a nova.
i have comets and craters
for tears.

but the great black
eye sockets of empire
pass right over,
as if i were a planchet.
nothing there.


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