DRECK

NORA RAWN

TRADE DEADLINES

On Polymarket
they are placing bids on when the moon
receives its next crater
Everyone is keeping tabs on the situation
the FAA has closed the airspace and
no one knows why
Rotate the pieces in your mind
until the conspiracy fits
go MAHA, get framesmogged,
Dial 1 to speak to an agent
go long on the odds
it’s true we never died in a nuclear holocaust
We can all live in the ruins of the data centers
when the Ring cameras have grown dark
bring your gold with you
As a valuable commodity
it can only raise your status, gigachads,
no goon caves here, screens dark,
Betting against the human species,
betting on the moon instead, tonight
it will wane but never fear: it always waxes again


CHECK UP

When I finally go in for the appointment, they ask
if it might have been a muscle spasm only,
mystery heart palpitations thumping in bed,
fluttering at my side in the redlit bar
but the heart is a muscle,
mine admittedly disused,
out of repair, such that on the doctor’s chair
hooked up to the ekg,
cyborg fantasy, no bra,
the reading says I’m dead

Nora Rawn works in subrights in publishing and lives in Brooklyn. She occasionally reviews books at KGB Lit and has had pieces published or forthcoming in Dodo Eraser, Be About It Press, Electric Pink, Burial Magazine, Some Words, and Michigan City Review of Books. She spends too much time on twitter under @norabird.