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Silicon Valley, in the Backseat of a Tesla
BY CARSON WOLFE
stuck between two Texans
who can’t believe I don’t know
how blockchain works.
I am always around men
who know more than I do:
the professor of engineering
who said I had no business
homeschooling my daughter
if I don’t understand geometry.
Lectured about the lubrication
of my engine. In a festival yurt,
my grey aura, my big ego
which I must learn to transcend.
I came to San Jose for Pride,
but my couchsurfing host
had a spare ticket to the launch
of a secretary app named after
a woman. How quickly I ditched
the queers to party with men
old enough to be my fathers.
I always end up back here.
Which one of them is the wealthiest?
Which one of them can save me?
Strange, to barter with the idea
of myself in a floral apron,
floating across one of their ranches—
I’d never have to think
about bitcoin. Soon, they say,
this car will drive itself.
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At the Palace in Sintra, My Daughter Plays the Colour Association Game
Yellow like the sun. Yellow like buttercups, baby chicks. Yellow like bumblebees, like scabs on knees, like old bruises. Yellow like daddy’s pee on the carpet. Yellow like mummy’s gloves washing it up. Carson Wolfe (they/them) is a Mancunian poet. They recently won the Debut Northern Writers’ Award for Poetry from New Writing North. Their work has appeared in Rattle, Fourteen Poems, Button…
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once, in taghazout
I snuck to the souk to barter for a djellaba that hung like new life above the Arabian glow of trinkets that magic surely dwelled in. The man who decided when and how I showed my body – was pissed I paid tourist prices for a garment that fit like a coffin, burying my breasts under a heavy grey wish. There was nothing cute about the pixie hood casting a reaper’s shadow over my sweetheart lips, or…
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Who do you think are the sassiest people around castle town?
Sassiest ?? Well - alright. Assume we’re all RPG characters and sass is a stat - I’d say some people with the biggest sass stat are Viz ( @hclaxxicn ) , Sean ( @slauqhtered ) , Jeremy ( @vulgarbatting ) … and dare I say it , I think we have some sleeping sass giants. You know , the people who are honestly probably REALLY FUCKING SNARKY but you don’t know until they reveal it ?? Like , Carson ( @monitorism ) is probably up there. Maybe Renata ( @vngel-wings ) , but I also feel she’s too … good. Renata’s just SUNSHINE - but then also Edelle ( @sacrilegiovs ). I feel like Edelle would cuss me out.