City lovely in its concocted dream, there
Is nothing more separating the I & the you. On
The em dash of consciousness, we crossed
The fierce Rubicon together, we made
Sound and judgment defy phlebotomy. The
Human soul bonds, in all of their particulars,
The brazen highways bringing us forth, a
Sort of lake appeared out of this fog. Residue
Of a blackened life—don’t worry, the source
Is infinite—there will still be words when you
Wake up. You wake up. Tina Yothers had
An extreme makeover, and she looks good.
The city is now locked, but the country peers
Over our screens, which hold our faces in.
Noelle Kocot is the author of six books of poems, most recently, Soul in Space (Wave Books, 2013). She also translated some of the poems of Tristan Corbiere, and they appear in a book called Poet by Default (Wave, 2011). Her work has been widely anthologized, including in Best American Poetry 2001, 2012 and 2013 and in Postmodern American Poetry: A Norton Anthology. Some of her work recently went to Mars on the spacecraft MAVEN.