1 poem

by Alyssa Moore

Alyssa Moore is a visual poet and writer who holds degrees from the Iowa Writers' Workshop and Harvard University. Her work has appeared in POETRY, Bennington Review, Boston Review, Hyperallergic, Tagvverk, and elsewhere.

How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Fuck the Effacement

I’m like a bird

on a tarot card

everyone

has got something to say

about what

I might mean. Tricks

on them. Even on a good day

I can only be read

two ways. On a good day

I’m two geese

on a cardboard quadrilateral

flying

no where. Read: suspended

over an earth that

you

will

never

illustrate

I’m like a 2D bird

rainbows

laced through

all my wings for décor-

um. Pay attention

Was squeamish now

getting stronger

I hate birds I’m

branta canadensis

I’m dentist to

ur dumb cavities

I.e. Not. Yours.

I’m like I just mated for life and I’d

rather not I’m like

stop looking at me

to tell you what you are

I’m like two birds

w 18 square

inches

room

of wiggle

I only fly one way

that you can tell

Had a designer & then

deigned to live

on my own. Today I ate

a tarot card it satisfied

a hunger I didn’t

have yet. Even on a bad day

could generate a meaning

that’ll be accepted into

the canon. I fire away

Fly right through

your faux flo splendor

rainbow road

I’m like

            t

w

            e

                                    l

 

                                    v                                  e

birds

in a corrugated enclosure

of course you want me

of course you want me

of course you want me

of course you want

to pick me up I’m slick w sun

shine & I know it

My plumage is

pluripotent

My existence is the rarest

strain of meaning I know

exactly who you are

& I DON’T CARE

I’m like 50 birds

on a tarot card

I lied about my limited

meanings I’m

a complex goose

& a complex goose

has a right to keep some things

to herself

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