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bree jo’ann
Audio: Bree Jo’ann reads.
I want to be an angel in front of the television
with no higher priority than anime and my bae.
I want to play deck builders in bed without
the cards burrowing into folds of fabric.
I want to gaze at unadorned peaks and valleys,
explore a forgotten cemetery and find something familiar.
I want my Snoopy pants to came in the mail
And my Megan Thee Stallion cassette tape
And the comic that I Kickstarted three years ago
And the Latvian anthology
And the Marc Jacobs top
And the APC top...
I want to go to my uncle’s restaurant in Chicago
Then take an Uber to Quimby’s Books.
I want to go to Japan with everyone I’m related to.
I want to know the kind of peace that runs deeper
than memory, like old money.
I want my love to feel like a gift,
not emergency back up.
I want to buy all the abandoned malls in the country
for black teenagers to cover in murals and play laser tag.
I want a portal to Narnia to appear in a closed school.
I want it to be discovered by locals smoking a blunt
right before urban explorers call the cops.
I want to go for a fearless 3 am stroll when insomnia strikes
and catch my reflection in every darkened window.
I want to gently divest myself from my body
just so I can offer the admiration that it’s always deserved.