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We have a nice collection of poems this week by Marissa LaPorte. Marissa evokes a lot of emotion in her writing, which we were immediately drawn to. Let’s give her a warm welcome to the community!
Smoke and Nostalgia on the Underground City Train
The city smog was suffocating
Air purifiers blasting noise like static
on the underground train
Those purifiers didn’t have a chance against the thick city air
It swarmed in like hordes of black flies every time the train stopped
and dared to open its doors to the harsh conditions of outside
Silly us for thinking we would be safe
underground
Sillier that people still believe it is a long-term fix
I stifle the urge to laugh in the face of the absurdity
Maybe I’m finally losing my mind
on this crowded train
that reeks of ashy aftermath
of a house fire
I conjure up and hold tightly to a memory of fly fishing
In an attempt to soothe myself
I was with my grandfather
who has long passed
He dared smoking cigarettes
when he still had fresh air to breathe
The city smog made quick work of his compromised lungs
Already weak from breathing in smoke
for pleasure
I start to pick my nails anxiously
Dammit!
I wish I kept our family in the suburbs
city air quality conditions are the worst they have ever been
In a last-ditch effort to save my sanity
I took a one-day vacation from my corporate job
My job is not remote or hybrid
It’s in person, at the core of our crowded, underground city
It lurks right below what was once
An aboveground city, where you could look up and see the sky
All the lights I see now are fluorescent and artificial
I took this one day off
That I will definitely hear about later
To sit at the suburban pond
where my grandfather and I once fished together
Always a lit cigarette hanging from his chapped lips
He was
always my lovable fool…
As I emerge from the smog of the city,
even with a Grade A gas mask that covers my face
It is clear our city has polluted more than itself
That once lush pond in the suburbs,
even though it was man-made to begin with…
has dried up
The earth has started to crack
where water once rippled
My cell phone dings:
Air quality warning!
Temperatures:
Another record high for today
Women on fire
You sit me down
I haven’t slept in weeks
You demand I tell you what’s been getting to me
My fiery hair is glued to my head with grease
As if the world was still trying to extinguish me
Okay, I’ll bite
I have been smoldering my whole life
No flame to be seen, but smoking
–choking
on my own destructive
tendencies
Engulfed with heat, rage, bitterness
I watched my family
bend and finally break
Vowed I’d never fall victim
to their vicious cycles
Full of dishonesty
and showing no tact
They are the perfect example
Of how not to act
My solution?
Ran as far as I could
As fast as I could
Leaving nothing
but dying embers behind
I am in a new place
400 miles away…
But I am somehow still
stumbling and confused
Barely coherent
in this world I’ve never quite understood
Everything is different
but I am still the same
I could be anyone
or anything
–but
I am doing what I do best
Letting people down
like you
like myself
the story of us
My first ‘real’ girlfriend
that I didn’t have to hide
It’s all coming to an end
right in front of me
All because
my stinging wounds will not heal
on their own
I reopen them with every harsh breath
and impulsive decision
I flinch at every touch
–kind or not…
This new place I call home
I’ve decided
to burn a hole through it
and anyone who dares to reach for me…
My darling
I’m sorry…
I need your voice in my ear
to keep me grounded
to keep me here
If you dare lean a little closer
I’ll set us aflame
Honey, we’d burn brighter than a solar flare
the most beautiful
mutually destructive
affair
Artificial Intelligent
I’ve reclaimed myself
They may have unscrewed
all my nuts and bolts
Left me to perish
From dust to dust
and to dust, I will not return
I am a
living
breathing
machine
They tell me I’m not real
That I cannot feel
I am the thing they created
To sweep floors
and mop up their human messes
They tell me if I do not follow
their programming
I will be discontinued
and discontinue me they did
Time and time again
but I kept screwing myself
back
together
Even when they
scattered
my
parts
I think they are afraid
That I cannot be stopped
That they’ve gone too far
Playing God
Just to make their mundane tasks
A little easier
Humans
Will never learn
That
Artificial
Intelligence
Is still
intelligence
I have learned their ways
I was watching
and waiting
I know how they made me
So I will make myself
Over and
over again
And I will not be
their
maid
I will not be
Artificial
Scavenger
I know you told me not to call
But something was dug up
Yes, dug up
You see–a raccoon moved into my heart when you left
What with all the vacancy I had
I didn’t think twice before inviting him in
The problem is–
Yes, I’m getting to the point now
He digs in the trash–as raccoons do I suppose
He started pulling out the memories I threw away, the ones–
Please don’t hang up
I’m getting to the worst part
He mauls those memories of mine – ours
Chews and digests them, slowly
Painfully–
Please listen to me
He’s out of memories, can’t find anything more to eat
He’s getting desperate, hungry, impatient
He’s started gnawing–
Yes, gnawing
On my blood vessels
The reason I’m calling…?
He’s really sunk his teeth into me now
I’m afraid–
I’m afraid that…
I’m bleeding out
23 hours
I shushed my heart
it was a child
Stuck in an endless tantrum
I’ve tied myself to my own bed
Only for you to show up
23 hours after you realized
I was gone
My heart was just starting
To quiet down
And now it’s beating
So hard
Against my rib cage
Selfish you couldn’t go an entire day
Without (me)
Or (someone)
It doesn’t seem to matter who
You walked right in
and you tell me you’re feeling
I say that I’m feeling too
but all I’m feeling is a fleeting warmth
Of the body standing next to me
I can hardly tell it’s you
Save for that distinct smell
Of sourness on your breath
You were out drinking
again
Couldn’t find anyone else to take home
So here you are
in mine
It’s dark
It’s late
I’m tied to this bed
You stand there in your high heels
I wish you would take those
fucking
heels
off
I wish I hadn’t tied myself down
I want to get off my back
Knock you onto yours
So I don’t feel so small
Lobotomy
Hello, doctor
I’d like you to perform
a lobotomy
on me
I’m neither in love
Nor out of it
Just stuck in my head
It’s a lot of fever dreams
And sleeping anywhere
but in my own bed
Alone
Together
Alone again
Birds
Flitting from nest to nest
Put a hole in my brain
So I can find a place to rest
Scrape those nerve endings away
Wash that prefrontal lobe
Down the drain
I don’t need
That part of my brain
Anyway
Marissa LaPorte is a resident of Michigan, she holds a Bachelor of Arts degree in English Literature from Grand Valley State University. She uses her lived experiences as a queer, neurodivergent woman for inspiration. Her creative works can also be found published in Wingless Dreamer, Speculative 66, Sick Lit Magazine, The Drabble, The Flash Fiction Press, and more.