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 

ug

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 

devote

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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