I’ll be honest, this one was an attempt to be cute, but ended up with something kind of heavy. I really shouldn’t be able to make something this harsh when my seed word was “fib” but I ended up sort of fixating on the banal ways the lies of those with power are framed.
Fuck. I’m not really ready to talk about this one, but I should anyway.
I said in the To Be…What?’s write up that I wrote it, Joy, and one of tomorrow’s poems simultaneously and that they were the first three I wrote intentionally using the number sequence I built this little project around, but they weren’t the first poems written. That dubious honor goes to Anxiety here.
If I remember correctly, this was the first of the poems I wrote with the intent of using the number sequence as a through line. I wrote Anxiety, which will be out later today, first, but there it was, well, what am I saying, you can read a ramble about that poem in like an hour and some.
Today’s poems are probably the most or second most un-subtle ones when it comes to my silly numerical theming. Best of luck!
How do they keep getting away with this?!
User Not Found is the story of a useless lesbian in a hopeless world carving out a little bit of hope, not just for themselves, but for all ‘transgressives’ by Dani Finn.
Dani has this peculiar ability to paint vibrant and morbid canvases with their words, then has the fucking gall to leave me feeling hopeful
Note to self: don't soft announce a silly pride project, a poetry project, AND let the Steam Next Fest consume your brain all at once.
