3 Poems by Maya Cordero

ThE NECESSARY PRECURSOR TO THE MARKET IS DEREALIZATION, YOU FUCKING IDIOT

EVOLUTION IS A STRAIGHT LINE.         HUNTING,    GATHERING,      PROTO-CAPITALIST DIRTBAGS HOARDING WHATEVER THEY CAN GET THEIR GRUBBY LITTLE HANDS ON, INDUSTRY, EVERYTHING LEADS TO THE ONE PERCENT. THE NATURAL ORDER. I COME FROM A LONG LINE OF PEOPLE WHO NEVER SHARED. WHO UNDERSTOOD THAT NOTHING LOOKS LIKE GOD BUT THE SKY. EMPTY SPACE, A REFLECTION, AND A KINGDOM WHERE EVERYTHING AWAITS. WHERE EVOLUTION IS A STRAIGHT LINE. FIRE TO AMAZON. THE AMAZON TO FIRE. SOCIETIES’ FIRST GREAT ADVANCEMENT WAS THE REALIZATION THAT OTHERS COULD HAVE LESS. EVERYONE I HAVE EVER LOVED I HAVE DONE SO CAUTIOUSLY. I HAVE DONE SO WITHHOLDING. I HAVE DONE SO WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT I MUST ONE DAY WIN.

indoor spliff / outdoor spliff

ITS CALLED CRASHING ON A COUCH, YOU FUCKING MORON / IM ALMOST THIRTY / IM THIRTY NOW / A SUN SOAKED PATIO / ALMOST OPPRESSIVE / NOTHING CHANGES / IM CLEMENTINE COLORED / HA / IM HOUSE POOR / HAHA / IM BACK SORE / IM ASKING FOR THE AUX IN SPITE OF MYSELF / CRYING IN THE LIVING ROOM / NASTY / MASTURBATING IN THE BATHROOM / NASTY / GOD ASKED ME, SPECIFICALLY, AND IVE NEVER BEEN GOOD AT SAYING NO / EVEN WHEN IM SOBER / EVEN WHEN IM ALL THE WAY THERE / INTERESTING TO WATCH, BUT A LITTLE TROUBLESOME / THE HUMAN EQUIVALENT OF THE QUEER ULTIMATUM / HA / IT GOES SOBER / UNSOBER / SOBER / UNSOBER / UNTIL ONE OF US WINS / IM TRYING TO STOP SCARING THE HOES / I KEEP SCARING THE HOES / I KEEP USING THE SAME WORDS IN MY POEMS / OVERSHARER / IM CRY BITCH / IM NEVER SHUTTING UP / IM SMOKING ON YOUR COUCH

EVERYTHING, THE ALGORITHM

AND IT NEVER GETS ANY BETTER

AND PALANTIR CRADLES MY FACE

IN ITS LOVING HANDS, SUSHING

AND COOING,

AND WHAT A GIFT, TO BE REMEMBERED,

TO BE RECOGNIZED, TO BE LOOKED

AFTER,

TODAY I AM THANKFUL FOR ALGORITHMIC

MISERY, WATER TO TREAD, CURATED

COLLAPSE, TRISHA PAYTAS, AND THAT

NEW TIK TOK SONG

AND DECLINE IS SMOOTH, YOURE OUTSIDE

OF ME LOOKING IN

maya cordero is the founder of DISCOUNT GUILLOTINE. she loves love and she hates the united states.

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