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.

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