1 by vanessa jimenez gabb
Relax Melodies
Capitalists don’t fear
Commoners they fear
Other capitalists
The waves crashing
Through my phone
My budget vacation
This close
To a holodeck
Except it’s Brooklyn
Except it is the future
All these gadgets
Mine until I can’t keep up
They will begin
To bite each other
And everything will atrophy
I think of when we loved
An innovation like AOL
A Timbaland beat
Was a beautiful thing
We named ourselves
To be hard core
In that sort of box
You be boy ill be girl
We used to say
When will you appear
In my face so spectral so we can
Bump fantasy back and forth
Are you away like it says you are
Ok so you’re never coming back
Aren’t you
Such a tough guy
In that camouflage
Color font
I feel like I don’t have the time
I need to sort this out
These divisions of labor
Got me tripping
When you don’t type back
I bifurcate into a princess
And a doosh bag
You say when I’m on
My phone so much I’m not even
Here
VANESSA JIMENEZ GABB is a poet from/living in Brooklyn. She is the author of Weekend Poems and is the co-founder of Five Quarterly. |
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