Liz Falco
Primordial Lovers
Joining this broadcast already in progress
unstudied pattern a kind of sifting thru your mythic prose
Lares
unfetter my access consider this an offering
perched totemic and alert I’m moving
thru your indefatigable attempts at reciting the universal
you were thanking your loving wife chipping away at crystal caverns
I traced your path on the map or I’m pretending it’s you
I’m pretending I’m you rattling your voice everywhere
you could have ordained 3000 women w it
so much for organizing w the promise of subversion
like in the incipient category it was a staging it was like
the week you spent with your mouth around it
gradually becoming desensitized
now w legs completely drenched I’m
evaluating relative wetness of sand is it load-bearing
is it a single action of the jaw is it like erosion
which has
its own desires
and its own purposes
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NO WAKE
So this is what is meant by underneath
Cheap carpeting sweat cheapening the fabrics
spinsters and the rattling of the dishes
The preliminary sunburn swelling
all thru the deltoids
or topical treatment to soothe the sweaty ass
either way I found it and was revived by it
From this day forward my home is the stone catechism
that I am struggling toward
overwintering in dry dock
You have organized your scales to be color coordinated
into trash mansion/scrap mansion
into trash fish banquet
into phalanx thru mimesis
Apparently someone left their shit right outside the door
it was meant as a compliment
Came back to ask for public condemnation instead
of forgiveness
in both cases the air displayed a certain unplaceable stench
so nothing “seems”
From some distance above I can see
what general area is the water
and where to throw me in
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Liz Falco is a poet from Provincetown, MA. Recent and forthcoming work can be found in McSweeney's Internet Tendency (as Liz Bergman), antiphony, Cape Cod Compass, Do Not Submit, and bethh. She co-hosts Morning Shift at Looky Here in Greenfield, MA. Her chapbook, NO WAKE, was published in December 2025.