“IT’S FLATTERING”
so many hands are eager
to run through these deadend souls
parse them out and STRING STRING STRING
new theses for their roles
discard that one, corpus too skinny
magna magna magna diem, lookit this
wring twenty pages outta this
so many hands clutch pens and die
so many hands rummage thru
pass cites to me
(to me to you)
AGING MOTHER, WHOSE
uneducated splendor
(IBID), WHOSE
grasp of latin was earned in church
(IBID), whose
sense of morals were left in lurch
let them not parley with me
EAGER EAGER EAGER HANDS
RACK THEIR ROUTE AND RAISE MY STANDS
my ph.d. won with a pamphlet
now used, abstract cited
rest not read: too dense
too dull
TOO WARM
TOO FULL
praise my gut before my brain
ONE WAS EMPTY
ONE WILL BE AGAIN.
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“DISPATCHER STACCATO”
aye aye turn it up
got to outdrown a scream
radio call comes in, sup?
FIRE, FIRST NAT’L BANK
OFFICER DOWN ON MAIN
WACO RERUNS, BRING A TANK
savor it in my brain
aye aye my man let’s see it live
SHOOTOUT ON FIRST AND THIRD
11-99 OFFICER NEEDS ASSISTANCE
cardio monitor, killstreak trance
WIPE VISOR / JAM / BLURRED
fucking hacker
this guy’s walling
lol its not even ranked bro
JACK ME IN
jack me off
DON’T LET ME OUT
another death in the
internet cafe
legs smug with clots
and rictus S I P B O Y S grin
no homicide i think i think
back to (clock) load laud
triggermaster veil and
my face unfolds, i/o spike
out on the street my servos whirr
and i can feel breeze on my metal skin
blood on my screen, then it blurs
to erase it would be a sin.
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Audrey Rhys is an ornithologist from New Mexico who finds writing to be an adequate break from birds.