1 poem

by Ivanna Baranova

Ivanna Baranova is a Brooklyn-based poet. Her work has appeared in ÄLPHÄ (Metatron Press), glitterMOB, Poetry Is Dead, Hobart, The Puritan, and elsewhere.

aloe

how can i


ask you


to max me


out in a way

 

that’s edgy?


the favor


being both a kind

 

of “fuck you”

and a “you complete

 

me baby”


at best


how to be

your new

 

translucent

 

heaven


given my


low gleam


in this eternal

 

rhinestone

aptitude


of the white

 

imagination


sorry


i lose


and make the money

 

spend the money

 

become


the money


all so


you’ll keep me


in your pocket


like aloe-infused

 

kleenex


like cash cash cash

 

in this emergent

 

corporate utopia

 

everything shines

 

green

like that


even the mornings

 

reek of lime


even the shitty cacti

 

reverberate

 

emerald


no recourse

 

non-financial

 

non-carbonated

 

non-clean


lately


we discuss


capital


in the act


of fictive


ascension


incanting


the ungettable

 

these days


has anyway

become

 

my vague

 

little brand

 

of heaven