New school
Mail is the old international
convention of breadth &
I’m only fluent in electronica:
I patron the virtual shitpost cafe
that I dreamt into existence,
I considered for way too long
how to address an envelope,
I can only be of my time.
Oh new generation, knows nothing
of yore, holding even floppy disk
by the corner, as if concerned
with infection (infected w/ concern).
So many old New’s
becoming old news,
what’s supposed to become
of tradition
Tourist
The internet is a mysterious
charming little horror
my mirror in these pixels,
my history, fantasies,
confessions, and his—
I love to don my sexy low-res avatar
mysterious Marla
blowing smoke at her viewer.
Thank God
you can be anyone
online.
I want to be a shapeshifter
inhabiting others and cloning them
creating a connection
(both fictional and real)
that allows me to enter their dna code
and replicate it for myself to experience
over and over like
a video game.
I will settle for a new account,
instead.
Selena Cotte is a poet and technology scholar living in Chicago and online. Her work has been published in journals such as Sad Girl Review, Juked Online, and others. She’s @selenacotte wherever you think that may work.
