
1 poem
by Aja Moore
Aja Moore is in limbo. Her first book, hotwheel, came out this fall with Metatron Press. Her work has appeared in Minola Review, The Puritan, Sadmag, and Lemonhound.
COPYWRITTEN POEM
It’s Discount nite at the sauna
Im rolling old skin and dirt off
my thighs, shins, shoulders,
chest, palms, cheeks, heels
arch & sink. It can take more than 500 years
to form two centimeters of healthy topsoil
I rub mine off
Men stare
We inhabit a crucial ecosystem
nonetheless
Plowing And Tilling Soil Is Like Bulldozing
A Human City: if you think of the planet
as one giant emergent super-organism
then soil is akin to the “skin” of the earth
I love that analogy but it fails
to account for the conversion
of skin into “luxury” item
Skin as most extractable
resource. Skin as landscape
replenishing itself with less
and less success
To preserve its
softness always
flay the snake
a live
I force myself
to molt I drag my nails thru the slick of me and collect
In America there were Monuments everywhere. I watched the sun play at their feet
I watched it go down too I just didnt get pics
Just trust me on this one
Oxygen is the ‘ash’
that spools from stars
All the water on earth
just fell from the sky
I live on the coast so I get to touch it
anytime I want to. On the shore I thought did it hurt
when you fell from heaven and
I treat you like this. The harbour
is frothing
My feet up on her
wet hearth. I reach for my charm
Wrap each finger around it petting
those perfect keys. The “average person” touches their phone
2,600 times a day. I don’t think I could touch another person
that much if I had my whole life
Although lately I am making attempts
to attend to my body the way I would attend to
a screen
It only takes four minutes
for a person’s vital signs to mimic another’s
provided they are “really” in love
Over two thirds of people report feeling
“phantom vibrations” from their inactive mobile devices
To be fair on the West Coast we’re expecting
“the big one” any second now although apparently
it is not the movement of the earth but the collapse
of man-made structures on its surface
that causes the most fatalities
My phone died while I was trying to take
pictures of wet spider webs this morning
The universe can be so direct sometimes
Fine I'll keep my awe to myself
They still have pennies in America
I sat by the Hudson and thought about breaking
a dollar into a hundred pieces. Wealth increases
visually. Earth reduced to a vault & me still pining
for a patch of dirt to practice growing in
I take the scenic route and crave
omniscience. Fruit
ripens on the ledge—
Something godly happens
when care lapses
into surveillance
Unlike animals
plants can’t migrate when they are threatened
The mice in the experiments reach a tipping point
and instinctual behaviour is lost
Unlike animals plants can’t party
when they are threatened
In New York I had a bad dream
about remaining gentle
It was a relief to continue
My phone gets filthy
The holes fill up with dirt and I finally get to suck it out