Humberto Barajas Bustamante1

2 poems by Seungja Choi

Lonely Women

Lonely women
wait for the phones to ring, which never ring.
Lonelier women are petrified
when their phones—that have never rung—suddenly ring.
Much lonelier women are afraid
that their phones—that have never rung—may suddenly ring,
and their hearts may stop.
Still, much lonelier women pretend to be sleep
or actually sleep when all the world’s lovers
call them at once.

Toward You

Like flowing water,
I will come to you.
Like alcohol dissolving in water,
like nicotine congealing in alcohol,
like caffeine coating nicotine,
I will come to you.
Like syphilis germs flowing through veins,
like death gripping for life.

More art by Humberto Barajas Bustamante here.

Recommended listening: Marcy’s Song – John Hawkes

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