cannabis
i love weed
& i love guns
said my uber driver
as we cruised to a sushi restaurant
with three stars on yelp
where my mom said
she'd like to be trampled to death
by horses
& my sister fell on the floor
drunk
a n x i e t y
ppl r like
what r u anxious about
& i’m like
god, nothing
anxiety lacks an
object haven’t u read
lacan for christ sake or
no wait lacan said the opposite but
that’s not even close to my problem i’m just
a garden variety chickadee masturbating onto google docs
eating an envy apply & suffering from nothing in particular
killing time until gravity stops yanking on my organs
until the pit in my stomach dissolves into the soil hey
my ambient dizziness wants to know—
why did i say that thing 3 years ago like a
sad lil freak? also is my skull shaped weird
like there’s a tumor trying to get out?
my doctor said i might have a hole
in my heart & i said honey
that’s rich
madness method
strolling thru trees &
looking 4 god in the light
grasping~
4 patterns that
prob don’t exist
not dumb but desp
2 decode these freaky oscillations
the randos on reddit say
just close ur eyeballs &
imagine the cars on the 101
r waves crashing
a trance no a chance
i guess
i’m just waiting 4
ur freckled hand
2 touch me
Again\\
the mall
sells endless
varietals of stickers praising
~the single life~
there is a mountain lion
who crossed the 405 from
the santa monica mountains
and now lives in a big park
alone, without a mate
“yass queen”
this funeral has an
impeccable soundtrack
Anna Dorn is the author of three books: Vagablonde (2020, Unnamed Press); Bad Lawyer (2021, Hachette Books); Exalted (2022, Unnamed Press). Her poetry has been published by Muumuu House.