Friday, May 14, 2021

[poems] Soft science - Franny Choi 2019

 

[this book reminds me poetry is such a gift in my life. How can Franny use the cyborg as a vessel to take us so deep into the human experience.]


from TURING TEST

//do you believe you have consciousness 

sometimes / when the sidewalk / opens my knee / i think / please / please let me / remember this


from ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

When the woman scrapes 

a sample of my skin into her petri dish, it's too late

to stop smiling. Butch who corrects my hip

at the crosswalk to convince me I'm no mollusk, thank you.


from AFTERLIFE

Should hunger for the fish that ate

the fish that are the plankton

that took his once-body dust

into its gullet. The boy whose body 

was first to enter mine is breathing

from too many mouths now.

 

from & O BRIGHT STAR OF DISASTER, I HAVE BEEN LIT

outside the bathroom. i pick up the accent

of whoever i'm speaking to. nobody wants

to fuck a sponge. nobody wants to crush

on a ghost. o sure, we all do it anyway


from CHI

Wow! Can you show me how to [stay in one piece; stay clean; speak in a straight line; speak so others listen; speak before someone else fills my mouth]?


from I SWIPED RIGHT ON THE BORG

until I was laid flat. (Not that I'm opposed to a little pressure, someone to remind me what I'm worth.) The Borg's favorite number: zero, of course. Favorite angle: 180. Favorite film: the strip of black after it's over.


from PERIHELION: A HISTORY OF TOUCH

No moon in sight, so I howled at the exit sign instead. Red runes, electric. Telling an old story of escape, of wind, a wide cold.



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