Two Poems
Poetry by:
IVANNA BARANOVA
outside the psychic shop
pacing can’t move me
at the speed you’re wanting words
i mouth a cue
you jump the turnstile
each time i speak a new payment
facefucking the final moments
of my lunch break
is the only profit
i could adore
transactions are unrelenting
i stare straight in the eyes of your collector
chugging grapefruit seltzer under rain
grief hits like a punch
enough with closed eyes
to call this Living
looking soft to march for the loosie shop
cop an afternoon seat on the downtown train
your artist wife will never feel peace
in your house she will always
want to be alone
hygiene
automatic
gentle intention
outbound phobias
evaporating
like
this-this-this
miss my soft soap fingers
miss my quarter xanax head
all my life
recall hand to mouth vitriol
as intuitive upheaval
i accept my ordinary physics
my oxygen scaffolding
my never get
enough
all longing is admissible
when refracted thru necessity
i’m not interested
in caring least
it’s me
pressing
green smiles
in ubiquity on every
airport bathroom screen
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Bio:
Ivanna Baranova is the author of CONFIRMATION BIAS (Metatron Press). Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Cosmonauts Avenue, Peach Mag, Newest York, The Poetry Project, and elsewhere. She lives between Brooklyn and Los Angeles.
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EST 2020
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