queenie @queenie
when she climbs into the machine box
she leaves her parents outside at the dinner table
their fingers clasped on the cutlery, waiting for her
while here — she tries to find ways
to untie the knot in her gullet.
when she scrolls, there’s
in her hand a bunch of dead pixels, there’s
digital birds chirping across the screen
and sorcerers speak to her – through her!
she marries their words, like they have clouds in their stomachs
///** *** i wish the city was quieter today
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