Tiffany & Co., mourning watch and pin, early 20th century
Wannabe
Infinity is exhausting
the fucks/doesn’t fuck identity matrix
pleasures without horizon
and suffering ever more legendary
the break after the mind crests
it’s an issue with people’s mouths
words not getting enough tooth
wigged out by the space in my bed
my top layer rises off
the bed unhooks from the rig
the rig unhooks from the rock
horseshoe theory says what
that speed is sober is ket
bottom is mid is top
my hot sleep rotates in
it slams my body down
winds it all around
I kick the white cave
through the hump of the big sheet
I’ll tell you what I want
it’s the crucible of friction
a spit in the mouth
a way to like, wake up
I’ll tell you what I want
what I really really want
when the concave dawn comes
it hits me in the feet
when thinking feels like something
it winds around the top
the light on the wall
hits different in the heat
a thousand count queen
what I really, really want
I recently read
that the sexual revolution
put the individual on the market
ok and what
the new confusion
is not cool
is not cool
Wedding Season
Love is cheap
a metal detector in a field
it’s cruising the grass
skimming the green
a calf falls over
flattening the clover
heavy metal
was in the soil
good head
rattlesnake in the meadow
I’m eating cattle corn
behind the ceremony
food was cheap
but the cold ear
it surprises me
with its sweetness
yellow tooth
metal green
in the meadow
it’s cattle season
Hannah Nussbaum is a poet, prose writer and essayist based in Brooklyn. She is interested in exploring extra-linguistic feelings and intensities through text, transcribing as devotional practice, and poetry as lifestyle.