Regret Avoidance Matrix, by Proxy
by Teresa K. Miller
Your heart will stop, Kevlar bottom,
wicker basket, hard-sided cooler.
What left unsolved, rumpling up,
temporal/zygomatic torque—
the eyes come out wild, all women in the quiver.
By woman I mean man, a space grayer
underneath, inlet for your own
gas-powered generator, landing pad
for your last minute.
Not the library but that Alexandria existed,
someone built it, someone made others build it
(Lights revolved & pocket the air conveyor roll)
In the box is a baby is always novel,
what the music wants /
who / for sale / the matter / the price
(Doors unchained & building
unburned,
the heat of the fire of the sun)
Un-warehouse un-worker
peeled from the forklift—
Death isn’t dead it’s a drone, fulfillment
metric, your dying wish for someone
else to die.
Poem first published in Relentless, a book of poems ‘by’ Amazon founder Jeff Bezos.
About the Author:
Teresa K. Miller is the author of sped (Sidebrow, 2013) and Forever No Lo (Tarpaulin Sky Press, 2008). She lives in Oakland, CA.
