the asterisk is not me, it’s steven wright

In this world we are giants
puffed up with air

we bumble and bobble across the neon plains

in this world we have full-body tattoos of ourselves:
except taller
and with brighter colors*

in this world we talk to each other incessantly
and never meet

we ride on words like the rapture might be near

we postulate and copulate
we rhyme and dime
we spill and thrill our guts
our hidden public guts

we haphazardly spew ALL OVER
and wait to see who licks it up

then we have the confidence to spew some more

in this world there are gods for sure
but we all wear masks
so who can discern the avatars?

—-this poem appears in Haggard & Halloo

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2 responses to “the asterisk is not me, it’s steven wright

  1. real powerful piece. i love “so who can discern the avatars?”

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