Hard to remember the order of it all—

 

you came—you stole—

our children—bookmarks—gasoline—circles—

 

you said—toenails are superfluous—one ear almost

as good as two—you don’t need your

sex appeal—

 

we hated you—

 

until you—surgically removed

our amygdalae—finished

 

with our systems—

 

Time leaks, mutates, gives us our momentum back; we now embrace

the social effects of your aftershocks: the Pentecostal Diplomats,

Republican Pop Artists, Mormon Dadaists, Communist Action Painting Nuns,

Ecofriendly Evangelical Drag Queens: our democracy replenished.

“Love Me Tender” is still sung at all sporting events;

Plato read by every swimming pool; memories are mistresses.

Culture is an amoeba that will continue no matter the apocalypse,

no matter the why of looting, no matter the thrill of—intimacy of—after you.


Ms. Pacman

By Nicola Fucigna

Poem

• too-perfect crumbs • adrenaline • the ghosts’
breath upon you • one • wrong turn • its certain
death • • • •  eat • eat • the edible maze • run •
for this • life • pear! • 2,000 points • • gluttony
• • so lucrative • the glam • of it • all • • lipstick
• beauty mark • mask • mascara • unbudging •
• trademark • • pink bow • • even • the unborn
selves • immaculate • • • you and your uneyed
circles • where • • • • have you been? • our love
• three • intermissions • • two • babies • long •
then nothing • but ghosts • pellets • a world • •
with a strange logic • predator now prey • blue
• white • octopine dexterity • treachery • a rumor
of certain •  “patterns” • • “code bugs” • a “kill
screen” • that might • finally • put an end • to •
this all • • rumors • • whispers of a • • • Golden
Age • • • before • X-box • Grand Theft Auto •
Wii • trust me • • I know • • no one cares • any
more • • • death • • • • I have • become • mere •
• tangible nostalgia • prized junk • deaths • • • •
• minimized • by quarters • • alcohol • subtle •
wrists • too-perfect crumbs • adrenaline • ghosts’
breath upon you • wrong turn • your costumed •
twin • tries • to cannibalize you • an apocalypse
• in miniature • • catastrophe of relationship • •
• existential • living • no purpose no • working
exit • • I live hand • and I don’t • even • have •
a hand • to mouth • same • • screen • • different
screen • pink • orange • screens • it makes me •
want • to scream • appear to dis • appear • head
fake • apple! • 100 points • this existence • • • •
intolerable • so why • play? • why • • so many •
lives? • why • does money • • • prolong the fast
monotony? • • she is • • a Sisyphus • • gliding •
through • 2-D space • • too-perfect • • too-small
• • too-many • boulders • strewn • everywhere •
• edible • she eats • • • • • • • keeps her figure • •
how does • she  do it? • the eyes • scuttle back •
• • • to the Panopticon • at the center • fashion •
• a body • an unending • desire • to chase • • • •
• after • the specter • of a heart • its • circlings •