a false translation

here is a programmatic translation cento of my poem “Lot’s Wife” using GP2. i struggle with finding ownership over this poem as i didn’t really choose all the words and it’s completely different from the original. i had fun though!!

Lot’s Wife, Translated

i had a very difficult time with the idea of wearing a bra in the winter.

i was also afraid that he might go out with someone

i became a monster.

he had never seen me as anything

it was just too awful

and then it was over

a cloud of black mist spread across the sky

i was lost

for savanah

wandering through lusty miami tanned skin sweet cafe con leche a grain of sand is stuck between my front teeth when i went to the beach i stuck my water bottle upright in the sand like a flag on the moon and the sand stuck to the condensation and i know the sand will secretly migrate into the cupholders in my car but it’s okay because i love the sand and i love my car and i love and i love the sun

vowel sonata for the letter o

worm on ground

abandoned without words

roots around for loam

discovers only concrete

stomach holding stones

sections unfold slowly

forging forward

across sloping topography

not lonely,

only alone