Poetry

Burst

A name fought on a line
formulations make mixes
ecstasy elephants (as they) sub
ether. You too can sub x yourself.
Whhhhhhzzzzzzzzz
Outside, arrows.
Bleak rhizome pop.
Waiting for mobile.
I got an aporia for my birthday it was a good thing.
Your torturer is on the bells now.

Originally published in White Wall Review 40 (2016)

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