Ah,
do I like “okay” ammo, love, the untruth, magic harmonies, phosphorescence,
ancestor kids & artificial getting along with mourning florals?
Ugh,
do I dislike, hate & think odious rooms that sour sorry, threadbare tongues,
fishing to lose, cricket gospels & every single captive home?
La,
I do not know, have not experienced, fail & only care about death, endings without
ambition, missing refuse, slow nudity & sunset snails reclining in a trick net.
Copyright © 2020 by Stine An. This poem was first printed in The Minnesota Review, Issue 94. (May 2020). Used with the permission of the author.