Poem of the Day
Dark Pattern
By Harryette Mullen
I affirm my devotion to your ingenious application, allowing you to track my whereabouts across all devices.
I affirm my devotion to your ingenious application, allowing you to track my whereabouts across all devices.
the summer rolls up its black tongue: from inside the machine
The part / that flusters some, that flusters no one.
on the chair shining wet from the rain / still hung a black piece of laundry.
There’s a kind of transformation / That can happen on any day
Folded back through love / Trying not to be with but of
between the wardrobe and laundry rack / someone is ironing feathers and planets
but the cancer / is so available like so much isn’t—good air and tranquility, / space between sets of particles
That I should originate anything / was intolerable to me, / but I considered it, privately.
The man I loved wanted me in his bed, so I could tell him he was exceptional.