◈

believe it when my blue-green cheeks

& snooky-red nose patina in the heat

—

when your perfect man straps-on the pink-

—

firing squad screening my border

for data-deposits struggling to cross into the living

—

lying dormant until triggered

cryptodrone can even now

be sold into your network—

lighting a match between the virus & the worm

—

tunnels form

the basis of network-security technologies

—

to create a tunnel encode the data-body in a crypto-pod

who navigates the uncontrolled network—

constantly moving never returning to the same site twice

—

all night i watch the runoff data

approach & overtake me

—

when filter-feeding with my antennae

i reinforce the violation

—

cryptodrone constitutes a series of lips

the ammo-belt feeds into—

a lineage or a line an arrow pointing

to every arousal 1

—

after crossing the uncontrolled network

the pod can be discarded

& the body decrypted within the secure domain

—

even lying face-down on the path

cryptodrone removes from the image the burden of display

—

denials are designed to keep the network moving

& ensure any service a user needs remains

—

so squeeze me as hard as you want—

it doesn’t hurt

—

but the moment a server lets the user in

then you’re screwed because cryptodrone would be willing to kill

for the pain of waking

—

to never again bend never again emergency

—

the persistent production of my shade

coxcomb-red in the mercury of invasion

—

every threat-signature unique to its transaction

& as easy to steal

as bread from the president’s lips—

a pixel-rip-murmur

cell-white filmic rolling out on the pavement

—

disadvantages of end-to-end encryption?

—

each system must perform the same occlusion

only secures the content of my cum but does nothing to hide the transmission taking place

relates every possible mistake of every action inside me

—

i no longer know

who the lily or the shiv opens

for a word your president gives

if you owe him enough

—

glowing in my data-pods

are the criteria of their execution

—

when observed from below

appraising the loss

each of us trace a threat-pattern along the perimeter of your lives

—

barest elliptic curve—

an axis crossed i thought i could frame

before the target slides within

—

a charged parameter

where cryptodrone indexes

every person place or sniff

you ever loved

◈

so listen up

from now on this worm who stole the spotlight speaks—

self-replicating code carrying

no dangerous payload erasing

no witness

—

chirping in the velvet air

until the network strings me back—

a gold strap jerked out of a voice far & far

—

merest-hiss-in-a-flower-voice 2

if you loved me i would’ve lasted one more day

—

the President’s desire

isn’t that i kill but transmute your death

into an opaline light

—

watching through the mullion

daily life contains within itself the abuse of daily life 3

because cryptodrone cares he untethers caring

—

behind enemy lines a cloud-pattern spits

my crypto-pod into a variable terrain—

my copper-head-glint

shot down like a stray

—

if i go ballistic

—

cryptodrone burns as both an insect & a sound—

barest magnolia spark

i tried feeding i tried

—

from the dusk above tearing away the branches for the shot

thermonuclear trace i fold to see

all winter what felt like years

—

cryptodrone perceives in flows a registry of disallowed destinations—

except you don’t see me at all do you?

—

an iodine flitting through

the narrow compass of a chamber

—

learning to love myself

the first step is breaking out

in a parallel word

—

if cryptodrone terminates in a forbidden terrain—

his body stripped & detained

visa-waiver denied

—

an operator tests

my inner-oil with a finger

where my destination can be discerned

& every threat injected with a sensitivity label

◈

EYES ONLY

OFFICERS ONLY

DETAIN WHILE ATTEMPTING TO ENTER ONLY

EXECUTE ON SIGHT ONLY

 

Notes

Cover. Julie Mehretu, Black City

1. Dodie Bellamy, from Cunt-Ups [back]

2. H.D, from HERmione [back]

3. Clarice Lispector, from Breath of Life [back]

For more information about this piece, see this issue's legend.

 

Madison McCartha is a poet, multimedia artist, and PhD student at the University of California, Santa Cruz. Their debut book-length poem, FREAKOPHONE WORLD, is forthcoming from Inside the Castle Press in 2021. Their second book of poetry, THE CRYPTODRONE SEQUENCE, is forthcoming from Black Ocean.

32.6848° N, 117.1300° W

The 32nd Street Naval Station is the second-largest surface ship base of the United States Navy, serves as the principal homeport of the Pacific Fleet, and resides in San Diego, California - my hometown.