M o r g a n L e v i n e —

At the Cairo Airport

I let the agents argue 

Until the woman stepped forward to pat me down.

Sure, I like it, the back 

Of the hand on my chest, I like

A backhand to the chest.

A gymnast’s lean torso.

Made for performing

Security. I remember

Touching flatness

In all the aspired places.

Colorado is cool. I think.

Something in me growled.

You are police and you are police but you

Are what my hand likes to glance.

The grassy places

All covered with monuments.

It’s uninhabitable, this gathering lack,

Pity chest arching arching.

That you should appear to me and give true responses

Heroic abasement

Heavy armor on a petite frame

The computer doesn’t imagine weight, it’s more like density

Information

The avatar grimaces

The spirit arrives

I am sorry for my compulsions

Green out the eyes means you’re dead and alive

Green out the eyes means time is limited

I was brandishing something different, an idea

A glitching kiss

A mouth that moved horizontal

Sliding virtuously over mine

What if you died and I could only ask you 5 questions?

What if you died and I kept asking about myself?

I swung my frail sword

How can something be

All edge

angleonit

I just needed to get another angleonit

like when yr peeling a nail and it just won’t go

but then you start from theotherside 

and mmm

orlike when the fizzy water

loses its fizz opening itself up

to a whole newpossibility

of being a different kindof beverage

of being closerto     or furtherfrom

some originary point

ooh oreven

some destination

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