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.