Gain Powers and Learn Desperation
Just like that it was gone—
the casually engendered peace—
it had been as subtle
as insulation.
But the video game blinks
a blaring directive.
Gain powers and learn desperation.
So I cut through the Won Kok parking lot.
I have made pink clouds my background
and to the up-left, a strand of
pigeons, still on their wire
in the rain.
*
I hunker down, blurry with prednisone.
Lupus lamentably does not mean
I’m a werewolf—
merely that I have been bitten by a wolf—
(on the face, ill-favored).
*
I am coursing along the wide street.
Mrs. Lin the psychic resides in a hut
of raspberry pavlova, and
she is In.
I listen to a song, hoping for
provocation
but find it both
very weird
and just ok.
I call him my sweet
log of marzipan. I call him
my pavlova. Chewy.
To be loved and
also sick—this
is a new vibe—
a rosemary tree
a moth in a beer stein
two socks, Jack Frost
apartment in the morning.
*
I keep getting hit by the desire to
make a tent of my jacket
and just hope I’m forgiven.
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Allison Hummel is based in Los Angeles. Her work has recently appeared in Pacific Review, Rougarou, SLANT, Anastamos, and GASHER. Three pieces were nominated for the Best of the Net 2019 by Rabid Oak and Counterclock journals.
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