Two Poems

Future Nostalgia over Past Technologies of Distance

Name the weapon that could end all sadness.
            Name it
             so the dreamy girls who have always had a man’s hand
                                                  at the base of their necks
can become saints, so that future girls can repeat
            the word
            under their breath in the bathroom during recess,
                                                  haunted with foreign syllables.

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