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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
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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]
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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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