Wildflower Hotline
peace is possible in the object//body binary
instrument & figure
on the hairy meadow stage set
worlds with serious range:
caress
to
doom
indeterminate winds (fans modulated by human impulse)
good bees (laser pointers)
decomposition (superimposed lighting effect)
from tonal rains (shower heads hung from theatre barrels)
I can’t unburn and unkill
with my dislocated investment in puppetry
but I actually do want to save the world
with pollens carriers a good script
red leather vegan leather
found in: pataphysics, textual practice
I am rewarded with pollinator interpretations
carry the microspore, revise the land.
Crystal Lattice Mapping of Private Life
You see a beach where
there was supposed to be a thought exercise.
clandestine
multi-use
clam lattice
You combine things you own
to enact an idea about ownership:
that one in the hand
is worth two in the asignifying meshwork.
Suppose you share your blurry
harvest with greased
figures bright unbothered
Will there be anything left
in your experiential field [which is dysregulated by a paroxysm
of desire]
?
this tension between autonomy
& collaboration
contains information
& neuroses
I can logically accept
& yet
[getting stung by many bees in public]
can’t just sit there and take it.
Christine Kelly is the author of the forthcoming collection of poems Allow Me to Slip on Something a Little More Hypocycloid (PRROBLEM, 2025) and the chapbooks Food Gas Lodging Liquid Solid (Creative Writing Department, 2023), Dopamine Agonist Destiny Forest (Theme Can Print Editions, 2018), and Pudding Time (DoubleCross Press, 2015). She lives in North Adams, MA and also makes drawings and embroideries.