FANZINE

canticle
of my cunt or the bees
are dying
so sudden so suddenly
becoming bed bound earthbound
disappearing
into a parallel landscape

is it all environmental?
the way we collapse
the way we collide

i slip
in&out
of time

a loser on a time trip

i’m that kurt vonnegut book
carefully poised in the bedroom
of the dude ur about to fuck

who wrote the list of saddest words
in the english language
on dictionary.com?

healing is an endless emptying
there is nothing cosmic
about this blankness

i slip
in&out
of time

i am BILLY PILGRIM

i inject myself with aether
till i become the fifth element
leeloo

leeloo
trying to google
a new vocabulary

what is a word for chronic pain
that doesn’t sound mallcore?

the bees
are dying
the bees
are dying

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_{Mai Ivfjäll is a bilingual poet based in Stockholm (by way of Atlanta). She is a member of the experimental Danish writing group Hekseskolen and co-edits HYENA. Her poems have appeared in American Chordata, Grimoire, hotdog, Ordkonst, Tidskriften Provins, and elsewhere. Ivfjäll’s on-going project exploring chronic illness through tanka poetry can be found at 57577etc.tumblr.com.}