perhaps about 2011–2014
a fragment of verse taken from a ‘digital’ poem into which it was more closely integrated
there is a considerable quantity of other material like this may that not comfortably stand alone without images, FX and the like
polyhymnia
she fingered phones while
liquidy dancers
hid in cell after cell of
Anish Kapoor’s
ambiguous black organs
they dared Cubismo
and body heat