2058

2058 is a masterpiece of efficient space. Its nine lines are enormous in imagery, in narrative and emotion. Christy Ducker writes beautifully story-driven dystopian poems, sounding of angles and edges, but tender underneath. 

I’m reading all of the poems I’m posting this month aloud. Click the title of the poem to listen.

2058

You want a boy so tick Male.
The doctor rigs pipettes
beside a window that’s been rainy
now for months. You come to
Eyes, tick Blue: no squint. A tremor
rolls in from the coast, again
the building wavers. You check the pen
at Feelings where the column falls
away beyond the table’s edge.

by Christy Ducker

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