It’s not
\nyou, it’s
\nme. It’s You
\n-porn.
\nIt’s not
\nyou,
\nit’s me
\n-at. It’s
\na pain
\nting of
\nwheat-s
\ncript, soon
\nto feat
\nure on
\nbutter pack
\n-aging. It’s
\nnot me
\n-an, it’s
\njust. It’s just
\nice, don’t s
\nlip. It’s not
\nyou it’s u
\n-lulation,
\na call
\na caul
\n-drone
\nof rip
\nples rip
\nping in
\nto lit
\ntler rip
\nples, or
\nigin unk
\nnoun. More
\nverbiage? M
\n-ore st
\n-ream’s plum
\n-ing said
\n-iment than
\nplumage? It’s
\nnot eit
\nher one
\nof us.
\nIt’s the
\noath
\nof our
\ngenital
\nismans,
\nI th
\nink I sm
\nell anis,
\nanother rit
\nual, anot
\nher rich
\nmilf, milk
\n-rich, hy
\nperlinks the
\nblue veins
\nof her breast
\n-ortion.
\nIt’s not me,
\nit’s me
\n-aning,
\nit’s pain
\ntings of ana
\nchronisti
\n-tched
\nbreasts, pearl
\n-pale, or
\nthe labyr
\n-nth of a pix
\nel of a nip
\nple mid-suc
\nkle. It’s the
\nKlimt-y shine
\nof golden
\nclits un
\nder floo
\nd-lights, buffe
\nring on her
\nring finger. It’s
\nnot yo
\nu, it’s
\nus, the US
\nI mean, I mea
\n-n come on, mea
\nculpa, we’re
\nall rep
\nressed right?
\nGenitals repo
\nsessed by
\nthe govern
\nmen
\nt? Don
\n\u2018t cry. I’m
\nnot some don
\njuan, I don
\n\u2018t even
\nget t
\nhe reference.
\nIt’s not you
\nit’s me
\n-mes, gran
\nular text
\nbaptized
\nas a jpeg pl
\n-us a thong
\n-estuaried der
\n-riere. I
\nmean, com
\ne on, it’s
\nbeen eons
\nof repres
\nsion, right,
\nI’ve got more
\nthan one
\nscion in
\nmy elm.
\nIt’s not y
\nou, it’s u
\nvula. Smile
\nfor the end
\norsement, platin
\n-um yawn
\nafter yawn.
\nI lik
\ne \u2018em with
\nthe lawn
\ncropped an
\nd, well,
\nyou never
\ndid that?
\nI guess I sh
\nould’ve asked,
\nbut that’d be
\nsexist, yo
\nur-body, your
\njoys, right?
\nBut it’s
\nme, I me
\n-an, I’m
\nfucked up,
\nmy whole
\ncupola’s ver
\n-digris.
\nNYT wrote
\nit was
\nthe fir
\n-st kn
\nown self-i
\nmmolation
\nsince
\nAugust. I mea
\n-n, doesn’t
\nthat make yo
\nu want to ab
\nscond from
\nsomet
\n-hing? Let’s
\nbow our
\nheads for a
\nmoment of
\nbuffering<\/p>\n
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\nper\/sonal 45<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nhe sought
\noption\u2014fever
\n-digris dream
\nof thighs piston,
\nyoga pants or
\nthe resto
\nration’s sali
\nvary g
\n-listen. Again
\nst podi
\n-um she
\nsought opt
\nion, rol
\nling her
\nvoice up a
\nrock-face
\nlooked not
\nhing like IRL
\n-and, tongue
\nprinting an amp
\nersand on
\nthe beach
\nof her thigh.
\nAlong a
\ncrane-settee,
\nclouds. Ionic
\ncolumns barc
\noded from Rom
\ne. An aste
\nrisk pierced
\nonto the TV
\ntower. Notes
\ntoward the
\nBig Poem, ch
\neeks flush
\nwith Aeolus
\n-t. To
\nward off the
\nBig Poem,
\nnotes, ass cleft
\nlike came
\nra lens, chi
\nmera Mir
\nanda said, corr
\necting the
\nwheat-dumb
\npupils.
\nTried to cl
\nimb into the
\nword and found
\na riad
\n\u2014woven stone
\nthe courtyard
\ndrones. Still
\na fa\u00c3\u00a7
\nade, just an
\ninner fa\u00c3\u00a7ade,
\ngnomons of
\nour de
\nsign sha
\nding h
\nedges, a spigot
\ndroning the
\nwoven tone
\nof molec
\n-auldron mis
\nsing ocean.
\nTrod to c
\nlimn ins
\nide a wor
\nd, search
\ning somet
\nhing damp
\nand un
\nanimous like
\nthe puss of a
\ncockroach, but
\nfound empty
\nslots, heads t
\n-urning, the
\nundivi
\n-gated night
\nbetween systole
\nand diastole
\nand triastole
\nof the clock
\n-tone. Graves
\n-tone. Overt
\n-one, s\/he
\na moan
\nbeam-milk.
\nEmptied a
\ncigarette,
\nmixed in
\nthe hash,
\ntorched it, c
\nlipped the
\nfirst letter
\nashing after
\nevery d
\nrag. Against
\nmoonflirt,
\nthe\/y sought
\na wind
\n-ow grate
\nof wrought
\niron like
\na gra
\nph, slat
\nting sigh
\n-t’s phone
\n-mes for
\nth and b
\nack. Sign
\nto sigh, sum
\nto sun
\n-burn, um
\nto um
\nbra all
\nnipples sha
\nding th
\nicker ding
\nding t\/hey th
\nink con
\ntours of
\ndas nipp
\nled Ding
\nwind’s fing
\ners piqued
\nfrom pen
\n-umbra to p
\nink blot
\nlips limn
\na Munch-like
\ncut of wood
\nn’t you like
\nto k
\nnow now n
\now<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/image1-300x225.jpg\")
<\/p>\n
\nGreg Nissan<\/strong> is a writer and translator living in Berlin, where he spent the last year working on a documentary poetry project as part of a Fulbright grant. His poetry has appeared in or is forthcoming from Denver Quarterly, Rogue Agent, Small Po[r]tions<\/em>, and Theme Can<\/em>. He has translated the poetry of Ann Cotten and Uljana Wolf.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"![\"\"](\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/image1-420x179.jpg\")
<\/p>\n
\ners piqued
\nfrom pen
\n-umbra to p
\nink blot
\nlips limn
\na Munch-like
\ncut of wood
\nn’t you like
\nto k
\nnow now n
\now<\/p>\n