DRECK

TANIA JARAMILLO

INTERVENTION

Ineffectually i press my finger on
the leakage something-is in-my-eye ,
belatedly, my body consents to it.
face-watery-very-infantile
finger hover over —
who knew destruction fantasies
could be so banal
saran-wrap kiss & disinfect,
Malthus dances the waltz of the mass-man
slobbering on your cheek,

Hold so close and
soothe my consumption.

In a court over-filled with blue light
electronic printers sputter to themselves
and reach no consensus today.
down the hall, I follow the smeared footprints of history and
like one of Marquez’s phantom bullets,

they tell me that this is not the first time the world has ended.
the world paid for in dollars looks like a room full of life-saving donations left
rotting, disgusting, pour the champagne, follow our instructions
and everything will be taken care of,
and ask, do you consent to it?

how sad and small i am to worry for my
stupid self.

So if not for my sake, then so be it,
but can you imagine something different, atoms of pure
potential (to be naive)
link arms and rip their algorithms out from the heavens
for something you love?
by which I mean, will you get off your ass?
                       Will you?

Tania is a writer and artist who has called many places home. Since graduating from Reed College with a bachelors in comparative literature, they have shown their art at Ori gallery and The NYU Annual Conference of Film Studies. At the moment, they are following the call of errantry. You can read more of their writing in Elizabeth Ellen’s Hobart and in Parcel this spring.