2 Poems

Featuring “means of dispersal” and “false abundance” by Rosie Stockton

Rosie Stockton
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means of dispersal

parked in the velocity of possible 

 

a blockaded we 

gets me going, splash 

scaled up 

 

like gravity, a humid force 

crawling beyond

the consequence 

of redistro’d masses 

curving out a new space 

time, not owning my own

yell, I whisper many smashed

mantras opening to love 

inefficien-

cy  

 

downtown tonight

i latch onto our

geodesic deviation, rounding

spring + first for the second time

 

there i trashed my poem, made up

my own constraints 

to disobey 

 

right in the here & now

i sign up for this touchability 

training, becoming 

all at once un

touchable & so explodable 

 

i hear heartfury no 

archy could account for 

 

a brutality in the breeze’s

order, facing a redacted lurch

while a ballistic comms 

thread names me

cryptolegible to myself

a transcendental

anybody, adminning the pooling

salt, so when we turn 

our heads, we turn

them together, knowing 

that’s not self

policing, that’s auto

chory, a sonic splinter,

a temperate and pappus coming  

apart

false abundance

gassed up, coalesced 

my clingy neurons

feelingly over

burdened, scan the 

official errata & let me know 

how come in the big scheme 

of things, i came 

to watch the perennial 

artichoke plant snap fast &

purple under its own weight 

 

there, against all my upended will 

i became an echo waiting 

to be let in the aftermath

of attachment

 

like a limp

margin enclosure tactics fry 

my commons-

ense, heighten my 

submerged decay

 

fist gusty, i dip 

all ways to choke out 

my inner acclaim, fill 

my mood with daily filth

 

get beggy and meditative 

unhanded pleasure trust

let loose 

all discordant drives

 

& as my longing list approaches

this impending maturation 

i’m like tear it up reality

loot my lay

of the land

gather my ways of loving

what lets go of me 

too soon


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Rosie Stockton

Rosie is a poet based in Los Angeles. Their first book, Permanent Volta, is the recipient of the 2019 Sawtooth Prize, and is forthcoming from Nightboat Books in 2021. Their poems have been published by Jubilat, Apogee, Social Text Journal, Mask Magazine, and WONDER. 

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