Any day now you will have the ability to feed the name Of anyone into an engine & your long lost half brother As well as whoever else possesses a version of his name Will appear before your face in bits of pixels & data Displaying his monikers (like Gitmo for trapping, Bang Bang for banging, Dopamine for dope or brains), The country he would most like to visit (Heaven), His nine & middle finger pointing towards the arms Of the last trill trees of Bluff Estates & the arms Of the slim fly girls the color of trees cut down & shaped Into something a nail penetrates. I admit, right now Technology is insufficient, but you will find them Flashing grins & money in the photos they took Before they were ghosts when you click here tomorrow. Copyright © 2017 Terrance Hayes. Used with permission of the author. |
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