Manic Pixie Dream Sestina

by January Santoso

 

Let her be more than just a series of riffs:

too much to be redundant. Let her be unhinged.

Relatable is so passe. Let there be substance

in her paradox, as calculated & uncontrolled

as a childhood relayed in mixolydian runs. Sestina

Aguilera
, her tessitura tethered lyric, beating



meaning like an 808 syncing heartbeats

microcosmic & collective, smothered by a riff

of epileptic strobe lights. A legit sestina

triggers seizures quicker than the men I meet on Hinge

swell like orgies in the mind: the way you control

conversation
(by starting it) is toxic. Subterranean



passive aggression: common in men lacking substance.

Complexity. See how yielding to a series of deadbeats

ironically sends one careening? It’s out of my control—

that’s just what obsession does. A cunty sestina riffs

upon itself systemically because its survival hinges

on the right people, who privilege the Sestina



by maximizing its prosodic exploitation. But sestinas,

like myself, have always had a lowkey substance

problem. With loose lips like a regularly-hinged

lesbian & an Adderall script, I’m hellbent on beating

Ashbery’s schemes with memes as my ammunition. I’m semi-riffing

like a teenage boy might beat up a couple of strippers in GTA (ctrl+

c & p that into JSTOR). Is it merely self-control?

One’s capacity to stay calm in the presence of such sestina-

like speeches? Euphemisms are symbolic sestinas, riffs

for white libs to win us over in (the war on substance?)

Times Like These meanwhile everyday I wake up so horny I can’t beat

my meat even. Frustration’s what paralysis hinges



on & on the John I open Hinge… truly unhinged

behavior. Like an experiment in which the control

mice get eaten alive by zombie-mice, all beady

eyed & probably evil. Strictly defined, Death-By-Sestina

is nothing more than a humiliating demise. Subtext:

It parallels one’s ability to kill joy IRL, like a riff



retreating to the page: safe space for an unhinged bitch. Writing sestinas

when she should be in therapy snorting more non-controlled substances

like a beat remains basically unchanged—just hooked on a different riff.

 





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