remix
the man who cried like industrial noise
a remix of "Killed with an Apple Corer, She Asks What Does That Make Me" by Patricia Lockwood, from her forthcoming book Balloon Pop Outlaw Black (Octopus Books).
she was the same that way
she lived in the squarest state
she did red blueprints of oranges
she was soft
one neat piece
steel driven
to make things
pure thousands
built them up
worked until told,
“The orange forest is as tall as each tree tonight,”
he took her walking there, and they
envisioned as a bundle of missing cues,
as map creases are
and then sent
a lover
shoehorned in
room by room
one floor above
one floor below
when he climbed upstairs
home in steel and shoehorns and horseheads
instead of the grass
lay down on his line
fell at her feet
she took him
using her deep sleeve
pouring red
set on endless Ls
a hole in her to breathe
brought to life
a paper mill raised a right arm at her lover
and he leaned down
he was unlucky too
rolls of the dice
and terrible skills
on the assembly line
tied piece work themselves
when
For all her life
his whole body
he lost piece by piece
to graze on
his wounds
the man who cried like industrial noise
“What is happening?” she asked
she no longer wanted him
she tied him off from her
awful flesh knots
at the ends of her father
her father squinted
he leaned down
and told how the air
made things
and, and finally
“Machine beats man,”
and he said her name
but finally it meant nothing,
a remix of "Killed with an Apple Corer, She Asks What Does That Make Me" by Patricia Lockwood, from her forthcoming book Balloon Pop Outlaw Black (Octopus Books).
she was the same that way
she lived in the squarest state
she did red blueprints of oranges
she was soft
one neat piece
steel driven
to make things
pure thousands
built them up
worked until told,
“The orange forest is as tall as each tree tonight,”
he took her walking there, and they
envisioned as a bundle of missing cues,
as map creases are
and then sent
a lover
shoehorned in
room by room
one floor above
one floor below
when he climbed upstairs
home in steel and shoehorns and horseheads
instead of the grass
lay down on his line
fell at her feet
she took him
using her deep sleeve
pouring red
set on endless Ls
a hole in her to breathe
brought to life
a paper mill raised a right arm at her lover
and he leaned down
he was unlucky too
rolls of the dice
and terrible skills
on the assembly line
tied piece work themselves
when
For all her life
his whole body
he lost piece by piece
to graze on
his wounds
the man who cried like industrial noise
“What is happening?” she asked
she no longer wanted him
she tied him off from her
awful flesh knots
at the ends of her father
her father squinted
he leaned down
and told how the air
made things
and, and finally
“Machine beats man,”
and he said her name
but finally it meant nothing,