// I cooked a steak tonight // and was feeling alien// // How weird this gross piece// of cold raw flesh// on a cold plate is//// and I was thinking // I am just an animal // with the luxury of packaged flesh// and is it human flesh? // Like // I wouldn't know// We just believe it's a cow but//// we don't//// have fucking proof//// of anything//// // The knife went through the same// // as if it was my own leg// // -Mom
Trying desperately to recall AP English classes to remember which poet was particularly renowned for doing unusual spacing and alignment in poems like this. Hemmingway?
// I cooked a steak tonight // and was feeling alien // // How weird this gross piece // of cold raw flesh // on a cold plate is // // and I was thinking // I am just an animal // with the luxury of packaged flesh // and is it human flesh? // Like // I wouldn't know // We just believe it's a cow but // // we don't // // have fucking proof // // of anything // // // The knife went through the same // // as if it was my own leg // // -MomTrying desperately to recall AP English classes to remember which poet was particularly renowned for doing unusual spacing and alignment in poems like this. Hemmingway?
ee cummings?
THAT’S THE GUY
Thank you!
Interesting, I didn’t know there was actually a guy kind of famous for that. These days, it always feels like a bit of a meme, like,
oh i wrote my text in a way that made you read it different now its pohetrykbyethx
Behutiful
Some Ezra guy?
The various spacings make this read to me like a William Shatner impression