GUN HEART SKY
The guys’ AR15’s are out
so everyone takes pics of them.
You can’t die
can’t die while you’re on your phone
forgetting to breathe in sleep.
Blankets of ice, fevers like prayers
for a single letter.
I’m asleep going back on what I did.
All my faces rip from the internet
in the world. Look at the sky in the world
as I hold its other half hidden, my face
the rainbow cries from
drops of dancing light sans bliss
writ out of text.
Poetry all the time
so pink in industry
with me in pink sometimes
poetry itself or in space
the two of me and merge
all pink thing industry
itself sometimes in space
in dust the pink propels
me itself as dust of
Knit white strings link
over thin web where
breeze veiled stems stay
meshed draft your plant
me your fibered thing
Anastasios is a student in the doctoral program in English at SUNY Albany with videos here and recent writing at jubilat, Recliner, BOMB, and The Iowa Review.