EN // FR
better god
your survival
relies on mine
to inflict
this no- channel grief
the body
will eventually
[ like a splinter ]
reject
the planet’s obscene
countdown
a forward t-ta-task
last night
they shot
a shopper
on the third floor
of our t-tiny target world
ugh
to lessen dread
lesson: dead dead
[ you know
i’d rather
be in a crib ]
in your life
there is a melting symposium
i call quiet
a place that is good
like a better god
gets to be able
to get gotten
in all of ever
i was only one night
or day away
from this sudden
revival
revived i learned
that memory
is an island
and how incredible
the island’s moon
and the stars’ moon looked
in their alikeness
not like before
but rather like
becoming
became
our common
future fantasy―
unrequited
my mind’s new york
is always winter
how i am
some blue orb
flashing your phone
map’s morning
road devoted
how i cut the orb
with forward motion―
more light in the window
more light blocks
the moon beam
blocks the glare
of our obedient
design’s
desire
we don’t know
where the longing
came from
only that it existed
we don’t know
how these things
happened only
that they did
Ivanna Baranova is a Brooklyn-based poet and photographer. She is the author of CONFIRMATION BIAS, forthcoming from Metatron Press in 2019. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming with ÄLPHÄ, Columbia Journal, glitterMOB, Hobart, Montreal Review of Books, NTS Radio, Peach Mag, Poetry Is Dead, Prism international, Sub Pop Records, VICE, and elsewhere.
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