hot breath jesus

 maybe I’ll externalize my dialogue a little longer

maybe I’ll linger while goku gets stronger

may I spread mayonnaise first on this poem

before I hand these flowers back to you?

our lives could be like a month of sundays

in my private socialist utopia

gross domestic product

 i exist      in the energies beside you

i exist      exclusively in surround sound

pythagorus with my waveforms breaking

bread with the amp in the honda civic

we call that a blow job where i’m from

synchronicity is when you manifest destiny

A.S.O.S to zeitgeist    countdown to doorstep

new settler colony               old rubber arm

jeff bill and warren   has his own foundation

a back-cracking   rip-roaring trade:  i hear

someone called beauvoir the “prettiest

existentialist”      by god we love to be gaslit

our parents told us we were gifted and talented

now dozens of us narcussi    we subtle dozens

lie awake wondering when the experiment ends

Dr Elese Dowden is a writer, queer theorist and recovering philosopher from Tāmaki Makaurau. She presently lives in Naarm, where she runs the Australasian Posthumanities.