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piggy bank tightrope

by alicia astronomo

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    alicia astronomo's first published poetry collection, featured as the final leg of her virtual exhibition, (clone)physics.

    written from march 2023 to may 2023, from los angeles to baltimore, md.

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000DESI delicacies (stirring pot) 05:23
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0.1 (desiderata) compacted into an inactive body chemicals compound into stones; boulders blow beyond arched addresses or keyholes sent a package too far from the source and only recovered it after a journey to and fro frothing at the idea of fortune forced felt out the room and established area and dimension as 3” x 5” stopped breathing when i felt time tick escalated my anxiety voluntarily screamed at the lodger that made me, pining against cones smoked the whole forest out like i was cooking for the neighbors grinning stilly, like a doll or nancy reagan when she sensed being watched propagated seeds determined to be portioned smaller than palm hands i saw dead palm tree bits on a street supposed to be sweeped 10 a.m. last week but still received a parking ticket for idling i was spiraling sputtering into a toilet lined by dog hairs and mold the only one who could share the envy was a protozoa, locked legs fingering pores to make them stretch vicious cyclones messages unsent 0.2 (delicacies) abjection stated on paper crumbling down a ladder spun backwards and hit my calves on iron poles chained myself to a basketball headboard and let my skin unfold like phylloxera dough crushed crickets into my pastries let the game roll on the television with all the cheers muted, no one denied amusement at the colosseum collapsed when i heard the news gasket blew spent few days tented under the moon with raindrop perfume as my bedside coo, accommodated guests without teapots or biscuits, threw glass when they decided to stop listening to the hymns i shared over creaking records lost life at the weight of a feather cracked the bottom layer and began falling forever 0.3 (stirring pot) ground my teeth into paste swallowed the remains and felt the sour parts of my face abstain from sweet nothings instead plowing head first into the eye of a hurricane without distaste, enjoyed being enveloped, argued with claustrophobia being cradled and suffocated were just two sides of the same coin i should be grateful to even be considered as a candidate to be smushed into one rock pressure surmounting my shoulders so i could file in line pinched the center of my eye i lost the fear of losing sight started tracing the walls and reacting to my sturdy balance i used to have legs like crickets they bent on themselves like uneasy trees whistling or maybe vinyl blow up dolls when kissed too fiercely checked myself out by washing my own mouth started gnawing at soap bars and finding pain sincere, couldn’t believe the words falling off the tip of my tongue like i was supposed to sit back and listen to them belched when i heard the news, adjectives speared into separating me from her or even him; i dilated at the identity dial more so a revelation than a crisis prayed for a time kit so i could wind the clock to the truth, unstapled the numbers and broke the arms off i interrogated the idea of measuring life are we growing older or stuck in a bubble a finite reality we attempt to make the most of finnicking at built bird wings started flapping them in the sun let my toes taste the edge of a skyscraper like they had tongues and teeth i gazed at a model in a magazine in all green cut and pasted the things i liked to see into an abstract scene; objective scenarios where the limelight hits too strong to bear adrenal addict fumbling on the stairs asked me if i knew the time and i responded that i was never there my birth rewrote itself like a re-recording disappeared in my own mind recreated the illusion as someone else and started asking people if they knew my name
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and7144 06:56
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1.1 (violets) plucked my two cents hair bent by humidity and fabric brackets unstapled my shoulders and let my neck hang like i kicked the chair volleyball doll rotating game score violent downpour kept the practice in motion forever begging to elope pick the right options and motives saw a lifetime pass by through gate of eyes staring contest could make you blind if you interrupted the wrong guy twiddled my bracelets until the beads snapped impatient student with crossed legs attacked in the office vandalized fax machines reprinted ass cheeks distributed as textbooks asked the cook behind the sheath if i could sneak a milk to a sister i never expected dreamt my mom was pregnant not sure if the baby could kick it could she hang longer on an umbilical cord than monkey bars would her nubbed fingers touch stars or recompose into cells shit out at coffee shops i still picked flowers for her regardless stared at the clouds and wrote her names in it guided rotors with coordinates sulked when the barber told me my psychic dreams were loaded like bacon cheesy tater totted crisps i held a funeral in adelaide punched a paper airplane shouted at the sky for maker to behave still saw sister frolic in the astral plane mind displaced 1.2 (meditations) assisted myself with assurance guided myself to the toilet, vomit coiled staircase compounded, no longer spiraled perhaps from the latest structure crumble rana plaza was murder forced fingers into thimbles started shredding the tags from my apparel set my skin on fire and walked around invisible with garments i should’ve burned those nikes i should’ve pitched a tent, why build a house? scraping resin off cast iron eating from what i could forage me is my only responsibility until kin involved and pegs disintegrate sick at monetization self sufficiency is selling out can i be left alone to hold my bones in place fix a cute quick dinner plate then set camp behind the neighbor’s gate as though i were walden spoiled options how close can you get to nirvana rejecting the idea of objects packing my bags had me stumped assessing the level of trauma in each outfit not only through my memories, but through the hands that made them involuntarily, looking for another day of feed silly of me to break a fast when so many mouths gnarl at the smell of seasoning 1.3 (opera house) the universe screams and all we have are its echoes nightly light show ladder go down and up you’d never know you were in a cocoon until you touched its borders finite universe veiled by a blanket in an attic acrobatic spastic actions colliding neutrinos in a lab to reenact the big bang patting heads that know too much sending pigs to the farm filing in line, daily waiting for something gratefully or rather impatient and barking tossed soda cups third degree burns from spilled soup headset drilled onto my skull so i can be programmed to say “yes, sir,” mitigating situations causing drama as distractions sitting still provides more answers than you could ask for doppelganger effect, not knowing who’s who or what changed let the stagehands rearrange the plot in front of you 1.4 (saloon) grieving over lost balloons tied tight shoes bowling alley gutter cue screen mocking failure but expecting better soon thermometer burst in the library mercury poisoning was the jarring circumstance, fifth grade filed in line bubble mouths pretzel hands to keep us from touching the walls or groping each other curious minds teeth molding in the mirror playing bloody mary questioning the cat recognizable voices wondering what i heard in the womb conflicts of interest recorded in my first moments unable to decode them so i keep a tape recorder in my loins distrusting of vacant boys eyeholes gaping so wide you’d think there was something erotic about that empty space thinking it all over staring into the sun as though it’d kill me or open the wormhole so i could escape recess ends, bell splatters in my rattled head got a scolding for what i said to the assistant of special ed when i just wanted to be a dinosaur
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mother martyr mushy spitcake 06:55
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5.0 this feels childish broken side, wrist ocular antidote from the tip of a needle injected rejection swooped backflip, mother martyr mushy spitcake appropriate responses closed eyes in the dark molding pottery block let the kiln overheat, blow it up scatter blob ridiculous ankle rock caved in bones from too much asthma loopy bitch, thoughts fleet like bird clique analyzing them all in the loudest silence making lists refining imagery down to bullet points magnetic alphabet go blam when the fridge slammed balancing act tightrope clenched ass 5.1 it gets louder as the clouds lower stood on my favorite sofa with muddy boots smeared my excreta on the tv screen, lodged the remote inside the microwave and walked away when it beeped pretty cutlery in electrical sockets frazzled hair shredded skin plucking the roots, then the layers undressed in the window with face paint gawking at the neighbors minding their business noses in books, steaming coffee moving their furniture with my mind for attention puckering lips to hear the smack clicked tongue thrice to beg, sitting pretty with scribbles on my body 5.2 overdosing on battery juice splattered goop when i chew my jaw stop move frame by frame looking lost in the mirror slipping in the bathtub tearing down the curtains flooding the basement wet wipe extravaganza you can never be too clean infected gums swelling like pus lulled by the new voice in my head boring me, lecture lecture 5.3 a woman sat with me today and wrinkled her nose at my fragment sentences swapping adjectives and verbs speaking out of order, in tongues she made me put blocks in the right holes matching shapes and colors sent me off to a job where i packed bags and printed numbers copy paste insert staple output left right refill redo my life is not mahjong playtime is prison when you’re lied to legs over my head gagged and bound convulsing as she makes me disappear bit by bit into sand she puts me in glass flips me back and forth forever stuck in a future past 5.4 parking the car upside down biting off cigarette filters chewing on the inside of my mouth laughing when kids see into my teeth getting spunkier by the second rash on wrist becomes more evident shedding weight, repeated topics going over the notes and finding new blips unbuckling my straightjacket out of self respect chucking back blueberry pie in a glass surprised at standing straight but slipping into a toilet bowl, flushing away my old habits sitting in the cold conversing like ping pong taking off the veil staring at the wounds dabbing them with cotton balls sizzling to soothe 5.5 feeling my skin ache when i see her pinball flapping in angst and jury monstrous apparitions hounding over the bar, choosing life in between death and death again slamming metal shut picking at the warps bashing shovels into concrete scooping nothing, try again 5.6 flies spill out a mouth, thankfully not belonging to me salivating pupils go wideeeee and shut electrical being heave and huff like a train purring in the badlands the sound continues where no one can listen open space the sun has a playground to beam on the flattest lake and the flattest buildings one story everything praying for a cold basement even the sky is red i trace my finger in the sky and make pictures only i can see i am a computer when i get naked i see a pixel body overheating whirring motors letting my power run off listening to the train belch 5.7 screaming in the shower scraping lint off my body with sandpaper buffing out the dirt and ripping toenails off at the thought of being dirty couldn’t let my blood get mixed with mud stitching every cut shut first aid kit tucked in my fanny pack and back pocket always replaced by the inventory in the basement keeping things to myself holding my breath to the point where i must be a ventriloquist or a dancer listening to sidewalk conversations stepping off the pavement into oncoming traffic wanting to make space best to live in a bubble i taped off the last of the bubble wrap squeaked and popped when i sat down stuck to vinyl sofa making a checklist, no spills 5.8 i taped over all the cameras i got blackout curtains from the shop made myself a little bat cave started sleeping upside down started turning mirrors backwards losing the memory of my face after three days nibbling on my finger got spooked when it snapped 5.9 slapping clowns lolling their tongues with their fingers in their ears directly targeted miscommunication deliberately saying the opposite thing to get their way nonsense the clock struck twelve and i jumped out the first story not a huge stride made an effort not to look back when i heard following footsteps i may have turned into a pillar of salt made it home and bolted the deadlock shot up the stairs like each one would fail me started cutting up my sneakers making obnoxious noises, laughing into a plastic bag
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my plants overgrow 8888 (3) 05:03
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i’m an invisible custodian 140 year old lobster got 4 arms and a third leg survival of the fittest, predictable complex i’m your opportunity to witness bob kaufman popcorn saw kits kitschy dogs mobbing closed doors and keys interlocking porch time made me stop thinking so often offended at the idea of being an option idiot facing broken faucets resort to the closet, contemplating on my rocker charred from point b to a kitchen reek of lice and lightning stains aligned astral asap, affirming time and place looking at lines and lace, instead hypnotized by perihelion, shape shifting chameleons, ask lord for supervision when i be twisting double spined helix spooked by green beans made magic out of roofless ceilings optional yams and candy made my brain backless took all my canvases to kansas didn’t cry when the can tipped archetype branching like electric alkali, put a sticker on my pocket knife hello kitty hospital tray, jello sticky with lint and coffee stank, parking brake broke bank, polite offer for more dank, recycled bicycle license plate reheated the living room with cookies baked playing hot potato with embers cracked resin to too many acres listen to listed dial tones pick your pick tooth molds hanging ceramic dance trick only meant to break the ice with a yodel magic hotel, Gödel diagonal diana dirty make a matrices meticulously setting my thousand mattressés wild west wonderbitch with bleeding gums and roaring feet threw out the concept of reclaiming my ID if you wanted my social security just ask me, dial tone after the beep conversations left in the loop mind muted the repeats rewinding my shoe laces for three feet contradictory to think i needed more than loose leaf yerba tea sole feet raw grass graffitied arch van speed waiting for the day i see AZ like the return of jeezy, easter basket loaded with 8balls and sneezes picking my teeth, throwing cast matches in spilt kerosene
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piggy bank tightrope 07:51
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violets L2E2F2T2 05:14
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2.0 pray against a solar flare crawling out of debris collected scrap wood for my latest test thanked the lord for vomit session threw my head back and cackled soaring sewing machines unhooked the bobbin thread kept a lighter leash to keep bitches in place stopped flashing what i had or begging when i was thin walked around whole and empty felt out the room before building a house spinning so hard i thought i was still reflecting on things that didn’t happen, taking the memories in as my own changing my name on applications putting “nowhere” as my address stomping out the doctor’s, or the grocery, upset at flat fees and elbow grease putting in work without sexual innuendos 2.1 decorating an empty house with my thoughts observing the clutter moving objects into piles just for them to spill over again decided to light it all on fire i could live in a pile of leaves let the flames crackle, crinkle pretty birds squirrel away at the sight 2.2 stopped putting effort into tied shoes clicked my lips in two like stacked legos let all my words out the other end mooned central park with a giggle finally gained the freedom to spittle popping corn with friction of my grit twin ski lifts yatting 6 pics moving like jello couldn’t wobble patient pattern wrote a glyph backwards kingship froze may autobiographical traits 3.0 questioned a purchase i could deny soft skies pushed the blue pill down my throat thrice implied the indication of a horizon line wondering why we serve it, in all its majesty needed an air pocket to heave in tapping my foot in dissatisfaction lit the paper on fire instead of crumpling it thinking about the souls inside of objects crying silently in incinerators garbage chutes mimic bowel movements incubating a personality kept safe in its form fearing to be torn apart from its source being ejected into everything would make it less of itself 3.1 (suspicious) settled on the first strip of grass i could find they call these things “parks”, places where you could wander off six feet into traffic your mishap bet upon by daddy warbucks clunked and spit gasket chips, unnatural cycles formed by our customs looping sounds become murmurs grown inside a warehouse a farm with the lights off 3.2 peeling the aluminum off airplanes straining gates clicking it open and closed for entertainment wondering when the road ends walking across the country for the month shutting navigation off, shrugging at the afterthoughts hushing the mind maybe this cabin is being gassed took a hammer to a smoke alarm fed the bats in the attic 3.3 snacking on my handout pretzels distracted by air pressure fizzling letting my head feel funny i argued that corn syrup is poison before being baptized in it i watched humans dismiss one another friends pushed up against glass handed over my fake boarding pass roamed the airport like clockwork pretending to be every other face received admission to sleep on the plane waking up where the grass caught on fire 3.4 cottontail smudges eye contact flustered bracelet bust, banker fit, too tough rice cook too impatient to let the food heat bare bones, anything to build myself off of ideas born on napkins, post no bills hearing every other word a “family owned” business could easily be a dynasty body crushing itself unsatisfied by silent movies piecing what i don’t know together chomping chained gum envying people paid to gossip 3.6 squalor thimble snottle pocket rocket in my liquor bottle can i get a G quali combo move like moose on apples tear up the town in blindfolds pushing weight down chute holes gutter locking pipes george stamos brain deflated like a dried pomegranate grate my dry skin into cheese tell me when to stop pouring full of everything i need nutrients spark from every side of me protecting my flesh from someone creeping prowling meat 3.7 bick a baw gnaw tied my trees to cloth air fried long nights breezy day seem like a pleasant decomposing time isosceles broken at its angles lines dangling shuffled like my feet were glued raked the walls so loud that the curtains got opened too soon i’m indecent, let me apply a scratch of perfume skin hanging off the thread but still smiled for the interview ridiculous prospects screaming at the sun for making objects so obvious clipped a kite down to kill the curious cat motorcycle helmet looked uncool, seemed safer to dip myself in a grease vat let my head harden had a stuck face with a poked jaw and eyebrows joshing started to feel more like a citizen, finally fit in to the clique 3.8 flash box electrocute the pines sammed too tight to tune a mechanical whir vodka in my sharpie harping, how shiny toothpaste bring back memories i’m serious when i yak at the thought of degradation in closed boxes tight lid, no oxygen makes you reflect on why my words got wrinkled functions 3.9 moving fast and slow simultaneously jerking blow a bubble then burst it double binary whip together a nice gross mix twisting like a cotton candy machine made of kids becoming everything isn’t so smooth loose cigs, broken urns ashing in the wrong bird’s nest clamped my mouth wide so a tube could fit digesting what’s been set in queue for me obeying every rule

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alicia astronomo's first published poetry collection transformed into an album.

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released September 1, 2023

written, recorded, and dj’d by alicia astronomo
written from march 2023 to may 2023, from los angeles to baltimore, md
recorded throughout june 2023
book released august 25, 2023
album released september 1, 2023

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