To the End of Redaction
In the end the news suggests stories for women over
forty with big data
then tells quiet predictions about the future of the
weather in the end
your big data diverts death to other nations you are
only an aggregate
only epidemiological you hush small concerns in your
body, a vast trove
of mobile evidence the news knows your records are meticulously genuine
the people who see your health and your passwords
will want to marry
your children in the end they don’t care about your
oxytocin some say
your hemorrhoids are no big secret to pharmaceuticals
to news in the end
your privacy is stale and rigid and tepid you scream into the mouths
of people singing and your throat edges raw in the
end your failed throat might
be covid or forest fires red and bleeding and you
forget your throat
is not only your throat and you forget to say your
name in the end the news
tells you to ride a woman’s body like it’s a view and
you look down
at the ridges and loose rivers of your hips and your
lips and your anchor.