VIIMy Beatrice & I watch the primarydebates because we are monstrous fictions.This, excites Beatrice, is the moment whenthe evil Brain arrives from Planet Arous.I look backward to the nuclear sequencewhere everyone is incinerated. Then it isthree minutes to midnight. A woman withoutperfume refuses Dante’s future. I believe indemons & sprites. I believe in canopiesso tired from painful touching. There islittle difference between twilights & mourning.Beatrice, some days her muse will ace her desire.“If you’re ever going to love me,” put on the drier.I will deliver her punchline after I forget my joke.
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Orchid Tierney is an Aotearoa-New Zealand poet and scholar, currently living in Gambier, Ohio, where she teaches at Kenyon College. She is the author of a year of misreading the wildcats (Operating System, 2019) and Earsay (TrollThread 2016), and chapbooks ocean plastic (BlazeVOX 2019), blue doors (Belladonna* Press), Gallipoli Diaries (GaussPDF 2017), the world in small parts (Dancing Girl Press, 2012), and Brachiaction (Gumtree, 2012). Other poems, reviews, and scholarship have appeared in Jacket2, Journal of Modern Literature, and Western Humanities Review, among others. She is a consulting editor for the Kenyon Review.
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