Vanessa Aricco

I dream of a Tuscan sunset

I long for Tangier

Seven hours I speak to the future

Cellars full of wine barrels




The balance that sways between us

Burnt charity

I see the bodies moving

Through desert around the mountains

Bodies from far away and bodies from home

We so long for absence of boundaries

Take the money give me forest

Move in the right direction

Pelagic beings (puh-la-jic)

Pushed north to Scandinavia

Northwestern Passages

Alaska, east to the Siberian Sea

Access to land

Mushrooms chickweed

Acronyms and layers

Leads to statis and


Radical progress

In such miniscule


Warm montage

Twelve feet of



Things that cannot be uttered

In groans and mourning cries

We are not prepared for the worlds we speak of

When there’s nothing more

The mirage and the doll debate

A feral knowing takes over

What force makes us

Such ravaging pillars

God is the boogeyman

Humans, his goblins

Frankensteins in bed

Worshippers of free

Love and monsters

Once an innocent baby

Who taught us to terrorize

Between the rock and the river

Cooped up in a castle

Drowning in a gutter

When we forget to breathe

A week of rising tides

Finally silence all the machines are down

Tick-tock of the grandfather clock

A relic of a different time, it counts too fast

It chimes, too long on the inhale

A paused exhale

Is the world even out there anymore

Like the plastic-eating waxworms

The filtering soil

The fungus networks

And life-giving trees

Our bodies act as passages

Straining earth’s emotions

The universe expressing itself

I’ve fled a thousand times

Decorate for abandon

Truth is temporary

We are wavering


Old factory

Products of us all

Nature seems fine Without a bank account

Rivers empty even when

They pay the firing squad

Bang bang

I rattle on the floor

I want to be pollinated By the last bee

A full-faced moon

How hot can the sun get

Before we burn

An ounce of ocean

For every breech

Strapped a rock

To this body

To be dug up