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Hominid
Sasha Manoli



after Victoria Chang

stoicism died violently in 2021
when a generation of survivors lit everything up
and left us nothing but burnt dust to choke on
today tears are in fashion
and there is a better summary
than walking sex parts
and dancing think machines
but first let’s bury the lah-di-dah
and pucker for the sour of real because
a holocaust can vibrate after it dies
but a person evaporates
feelings are branded differently now
and we all need to accept that and wear the t-shirts
Sasha Manoli grew up in Tkaronto/Toronto and is now based in Tiohti:áke/Montréal. Her poetry explores the intersections between diary and cubism.
Mark



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