By STELLA WONG
Spooks (Pidgin)
Iowa City
Re: M Moore
This is the mess.
This is the age we wrought.
This is the mess-age
and it’s taken
ages to get
to you, through all these
waves, on
the field, oversea
(and don’t shoot the messenger)
but I will leave it here for you to read
next time.
Spooks (anything else would be off-brand)
New York City
If you have to read this out loud,
you can never take drug tests, hush money, or go
to church. I’m just an electric red honeymoon
away from honeypot boss. From the top,
Naval Intelligence likes writing oaths
to the wedding band’s frontman
while tactically bombing
her latest marriage hard enough
to get through a military withdrawal.
Boy does the FSB dream of throwing a Molotov
cocktail hour, like Jesus. It’s not my fault I’m hooked
on cabinets. But enough ministering. We go way back
to the CIA when there’s not enough god in the water
to stop the gubernatorial headbangers. I’ll roll up
to the final showdown with my chrome valentine DARPA,
who’s worried that Space Force will put her on
the blacklist for being old-school.
Everyone else is worried
the NSC will put heads on pikes, strictly
for a counterfeit pillbox hat collection.
You gotta hand it to me,
as a free agent sleeping
with MI6’s in-demand sibling, I’ve set off
an international manhunt. Interpol, you won’t call it off, would you?
Stella Wong is a graduate of the Iowa Writers’ Workshop and Harvard. Wong’s poems have appeared in POETRY, Colorado Review, Lana Turner, Bennington Review, and the LA Review of Books. She is the author of AMERICAN ZERO, winner of the 2018 Two Sylvias Press Chapbook Prize selected by Danez Smith, and SPOOKS, winner of the 2020 Saturnalia Books Editors Prize.
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