Diana Keren Lee
your life is divided into fifteen-second clips
the sound of all your pauses
o lonely one shed the worm
the toxic green of blockbuster films
time needs something to kill too
positive capability is the tree
bowing in broken Korean
where an old riot was never recorded
bird of paradise a bright orange slice through your eye
the camouflage now pixelated like your quick response
the robot thinks he knows he's not a pawn
dyslexia in dystopia
the socioeconomic as seriocomic
security camera disguised as birdhouse