Robot Pleasure



This is how a serrated blade sinks its
teeth into the world-box. Believe me

and a thousand floating hats. Sky opens here
and candied debris spits from a hung mouth.

How dutifully we perform a robot pleasure
onto one another. Poplar trees awash in radio

nightmares of blue bombs. A tarred river
bubbles in the speckled lining of my flesh.

Today is new. This is an arm I fashion
out of wool and heartbreak. Sensation cubed.

With adoration and a gray veil, I am wed
and the sordid details of my day are confetti

for someone else’s fodder. Though to be touched
past entrails would be nice and liver licked.

Give me all the feelings and ticking
miracle vial that says: enchant, enchant.

As in microwavable hammocks is the answer
to a future without crinkle. Someone weighs

the moon on a finger chart. Someone marries
on the moon. All is lovely made of smashed heads.


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Muriel Leung was a finalist for Kelsey Street Press' FIRSTS! Contest judged by Myung Mi Kim. Her poetry can be found or is forthcoming in The Collagist, Coconut, and Jellyfish Magazine. She is a recipient of a Kundiman fellowship and is a regular contributor to The Blood-Jet Writing Hour poetry podcast. Currently, she is a MFA candidate in poetry at Louisiana State University.