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MEGHANN BOLTZ
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Image by Daniel Uncapher

​I ❤️ It Here
SILLY GIRL go swing your
ponytail somewhere else girl
girl the bottom line is always RIGHT
below your BELLY button let me
slip this speculum inside stick-on
lips hand me the petroleum jelly hit
delete: rinse repeat get on TV girl
                    fake palm trees look
                    realer than real
                    palm trees which
                    look fake under
                    studio lights
we’ll put you on meat hooks
& pretend to cry when you die
just LOVE ME or leave me but love me
a little t&a or ECT
if there is an angel to save
us she will be sleek, silver &
streamlined with a COLTAN soul.

girl.
Kertang*

there’s no smoking on this spaceship 
this is not a gas station bathroom circling 
 
the universe just prepare me for my lunar
burial can’t stop this death drive- 
 
in utero annihilation i adjust the rearview
mirror while i cry so i can see if i’m doing 
 
it right buckle up my chastity belt
this is the year of self love my face disappoints 
 
it’s only pretty when it lights up DayGlo™
lips Dior lashes i dream of Our Young 
 
Couple in Love & then it’s Tom Cruise’s
original teeth sinking into star fruit 
 
once you realize no one is coming for you
you agree to be the sex robot 
 
a True Companion now abandon
your blogs & online shopping carts 
 
the angel Kurt will appear as hologram
to beam you back home 
 
the night bends in the white moon giggling 
above us all love is monochromatic 
 
& inflatable with a highly polished
​stainless steel finish red or maybe magenta 


*the written sound of 2 robots having sex
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I'm Not Famous
               
after Shia LaBeouf
in the [      ] 
of yourself 
people will try to touch 
the seat where 
your ass just 
sat & listen 
for the white 
noise of electrons 
dubstep your 
void & demand 
to taste the static 
of your solar 
spectrum  hint: 
strawberry 
Pop Rocks® 
zapping the 
tongue   you 
have nothing 
to fear 
there is no 
absence 
when you are 
a presence 
this is their right 
as a citizen 
of the internet 
you radiate 
exclusivity   black 
amex casu 
marzu 
o2 bars 
iconoclasm 
is silicone 
bands around 
the wrist   

…     

only 
the camera 
catches you blink

MEGHANN BOLTZ is a poet living in Buffalo, NY. She recently completed an MA in Creative Writing: Poetry at the University of East Anglia and her work has appeared / is forthcoming in Cosmonauts Avenue, Peach Mag, Bad Pony, and the anthology My Next Heart: New Buffalo Poetry (BlazeVOX). 
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