after Louise Glück
how long will you hide your face from me
you make rules only i can break
heart hardener, face
of cryogenic
glass
listen to the voice i practice on 72nd
crossing the street
from orange juice
to psychoparalysis
i love the world and nothing
is wrong right now
microscopic wrench
onramps to head static, cascade brain
do not play me your song
or my voice breaking
there my exposed heart darkens
there my compilation
of never no wrongs
i am sleeping well, thanks for asking
i am sleeping okay
collecting the world in dew it shallows
even my blueprint, dramas and adorable dooms
tomorrow you will say
i love nothing and the world
is wrong right now
all condolences, even spicer
wept for his radio
on the subway i am tacky
my seatmate once composing
song scores black and green
in the unknown app
amazing
outside a man is belting
operatically about grace
and as i see it
the end of restraint
boom, direct transmission
the threshold fucks
like dandelions
darts
and i’m the funeral wailer now
triangulating divahood
and the dollar store plague
bats in my crawl space
i click and light it up hello dark
halo, enjambment
a breath for every hyphen
and i candle your heart
my hair like cold cuts
curling over your
shoulders
no windex, no face of glass, or grief
of all destruction
delivery makes or breaks the day
i hear the books make
their cameo
as mail
you don’t love the world
if you loved the world
you‘d have images
in your poems
a blessing is whatever you see
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About the Author
Ivanna Baranova is a poet, writer, photographer and interdisciplinary artist based in Los Angeles. She is the author of CONFIRMATION BIAS (Metatron Press) and helps with communications at The Poetry Project.
Image Credit: Ivanna Baranova
