The Wild Internet

A skein of poetry flung out into the void
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A Facebook comment to a beautiful redhead you met once at a wedding
She never answered it
A posted video of your latest performance art project
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The internet is a wilderness in the way that New York City is a jungle
Who knew you could be so alone among so many people
In the middle of the rainforest, you can call and call
and never wonder if a person will answer; you know they won't
Out here, there's always a chance
There's always a waiting silence
Wavering, suspended




Sometimes we cry into the wilderness
"Eleanor Rigby"
Tommy Steele 1982
Liverpool, UK

House Guest

Coke can rolling between

I like to move around

Everything you own

Then move it all

Back again like

I was never there.

Canister

Finger nails painted white,
flood gates,
or
the other day gone.

The spirals around
touch
instants together
lightly
somehow.

the little one on the corner

i wandered around aimlessly
no list, nothing at home
that looks good
oh that too
probably don't need it
i would never buy this in Bushwick
my basket is full
ringing it up
quickly but still so slowly
more and more lined up behind me
i grew nervous
the man behind piled up his five little items next to all of mine
i worried they'd get mixed with my fancy cheeses
and peach mango salsa
and 2 for $5 pita chips
only one register open
i felt their glaring eyes on the back of my head
$97.34 he announced
i never felt so naked before
so this is what Manhattan's like