planned obsolescence

Natalie Mariko

i could make

the best of

it—sink, a pebble


; therer

ways                                         to build

a skyline as yet foreign         to men

lower than brick-by-brick

baser than sliding into DMs—

no this like u no my name.

theres       propinquity,amidst

the gathering ticks / blue: shade of rising night—

what’s love got to do w/ it?—

theres         depth/weight/dimension

waiting to be sucked

from a flat surface—

dentistry vacuums bend

in a mouth:

— u know—

what’s love but a second hand?

for that

matter, this nokia

can be                                     pulled apart too.