Artemis XII: CRASH LANDING!

Kate Lawson

Twenty-seven clicks from the surface of Mars

Illness pulses a withered body doom

Propped up focus on tight core and distal

Sickening dread dread dread dread

Twenty-six clicks from the surface of Venus

Sensual tactics mask pockmarked skin

Fur and musk eat up bile and vomit

Giving you head head head head

Twenty-four clicks from the face of the Moon

The opp cost of steam is $27.95

Delegate self-preservation to the fiduciary

Dribble out debt debt debt debt

Thirty-eight miles from the orbit of Earth

Artichoke mountains beg for idyllic gaze

But dopamine captures the strength of bored women

Much quicker than death death death death

Eighty-nine paces from the San Andreas Fault

Is that separation enough to feel less sick?

Frying collapsed synapses firing too fast

When is memory spent spent spent spent?

Thirty-four inches from the nape of the neck

Somewhere a knife, a choke on a sleeve

Confidence fools a feeling woman’s son

Losing the breath breath breath breath

Seven inches deep in the back of the throat

Diana Spencer Danube skirts a delicate cry

God do you ever shut up about car crashes?

Give it a rest rest rest rest.

Hi All! My name is Kate, and I'm so excited to celebrate Bricolage and their second edition of the Zine! These pieces are a hodgepodge of moments across the last few months as I've tried to figure out what everything is supposed to mean and where I fit into it. Feel free to read in order, out of order, upside down, or backwards; its all what you make of it!