I: HORNYSCARED AND ITS OTHER
I’ve got a fast car.
Am I qualified or is this the essence of
comedy, desire, plutonium?
Perhaps a predilection for losslessness
and knee-scraped cataracts lugging askance at
a mirror going wah-wah.
Because we are on time today, we thumb suckers
are puckering in such lonesome and discursive light.
I will start by melting down a pome which, in actual fact,
has no relation to what I am about to say.
To the face of our ticked-back clock hack, let it be noted––
as far as the fundamentals of lockdown are concerned,
look to your nausea, smell it through the floor of your mouth
and sneer at the way your teeth are cut and let them drape
themselves along the flits and wrists of your jaw’s little superhighway:
clockwork every hour on the hour, chomping
jaunty qualms about the platonic fun our
small weather enjoys with dear old romance:
il n’y a pas de rapport sexuel, luv,
said 1.2 trillion Lex-lulls in respirate reflections––
well-pardoned flexes and reveries of messes
so global, so hexed, so quirked up
published in Ottawa by above/ground press
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MLA Chernoff (they/them/@squelch_bb) is a non-binary Jewish pome [sic] machine and a perpetual PhD candidate at The Neoliberal University of York University. They are the author of [SQUELCH PROCEDURES] (Gordon Hill Press, 2021), delet this (Bad Books, 2018), TERSE THIRSTY (Gap Riot Press, 2019), and executive dysfunction (nOIR:Z, 2021). They live, laugh, and love in Tkaronto (Treaty 13 territory).
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