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chemtrails & caviar

by Jalen Christopher Thompson

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1.
i really just wanna be under the chemtrails over the country club taking in the scent of government fumes. you know how we got here, right? It wasn’t an act of god. order me the shrimp cocktail and caviar as i sit flaccidly coming down from the high, wishing you would touch me like you once did before the chemtrails and the dinner parties before you ran for mayor and lost poorly. i just really wanna take in the scene of the chemtrails against the cloudless blue sky. whatever happens to us, we deserve it. no even the taste of caviar will wash away our fate.
2.
dinner party 01:17
it really is about the placement of a fork on the napkin. and the napkin is made of premium cotton materials better than the cotton used for clothing. the fork was shipped from Spain, double coated. these plates have 24 karat gold tints, fired several times at high temperature. the white pure porcelain plates are so white i can’t even see my reflection. which is good because i won’t see the stains from teardrops on my powered face. if only i cared to cover it up like i cover up the scratches on the white pure porcelain plates. paralyzed with boredom, i can’t pick up the fork on the premium cotton napkin, just as white as the plate.
3.
instaperfect 01:39
can they tell we are unhappy? do we hide it that well? have we gotten so good at this that we believe the lie we thought we had to create? we are instagram perfect the photos preserved are glossy with warm tones. they follow us because they believe in us. they, too, are lost in the artificial world we post. they are fooled by the plasted smiles. i hate your smile. it reveals to me just how empty you are and so boring. but you will never be able to tell because we have an image to keep. even if it’s only on an app. since when did apps define our realities? can we even remember the before? of flip phones, gameboys, hot wheels, white barbies, house phones, dail up modems. these things gave way to the apps that create the world in the way we want it. even if it is a lie. especially when it is a lie.
4.
waiting 01:46
sitting on the red velvet chaise lounge chair in the parlor room starring at the painting from an unknown artist glancing at the vase we imported from Rome sipping on merlot at the break of noon rustling my chiffon blouse on studded nipples listening to the sounds of electric cars brush by listening to the sounds of electric cars brush by ignoring the constant beeping of work trucks in reverse ignoring the constant beeping of work trucks in reverse reverse in trucks work of beeping constant the ignoring moving with the wind in the outer portal of my mind losing myself in the soft airiness wondering how to describe the wind forgetting the thought dosing off to sleep waking up at midnight still waiting for your return.
5.
cover me in pink rose petals, dipped in honey shower me with sweet milk, smooth as satin drink from my skin its stickiness pluck the petals from the all-american beauty rose bush you will find that i am more like thorns except my sting is weakened by my desire for your distant affection.
6.
even though the grand exterior is always under construction this mansion is not big enough for my ego this mansion is not big enough for my ego even with the emerald green arborvitae that lines the expansive parameter this mansion is not big enough for my ego this mansion is not big enough for my ego and even with the manicured plain green grass planted by experts, the pride of the neighborhood, the example of fine living, the envy of all housewives this mansion is not big enough for my ego no, this mansion is not big enough for my ego.
7.
a reminder 00:49
the delivery boy is not a potential suitor. no, he did not notice your jet black painted nails your hands did touch but it was because he was giving you what you ordered his smile was not personal but required by law he did not want to enter your foyer her has a job to do. it’s okay to remember what the box felt like in the exchange. live in the imagined softness of that awkward touch. forever and more. Amen.
8.
i despise this gnat that keeps pecking on the stained contrasting red and blue window that overlooks my terrace. who does it think it is? how dare it ruin my sitting. curse on it and all gnat-kind. it is sad though, cause it is my only friend. that’s another thing i despise it for.
9.
blue skies 00:50
it does not ruin a clear sunny day smelling the fumes of chemtrails while sitting on the grand green grass. sometimes i wish i could live in the blue of the sky and blast the earth with my harmful biofumes. how high do i have to get to feel what blue feels like? is this something known only in death? consider it an art piece when you see my white trail etched in the blue. i made it special, just for you.
10.
remodeling 00:36
this courtyard is not what i wanted. the tiles are slanted, i wanted perfect squares. i will not sit on those plush patio chairs, the metal might break me out and i thought i wanted a pool but i never use it and it is a bore having to call someone to keep it clean. do away with it all. i want to start from scratch again, for the seventh time.
11.
i used to hide my face at the flashing lights. i never liked the way the lights expose the cracks in my face. i am obsessed with the photograph now. it is the only living thing that will tell me the truth, no matter how ugly. i welcome the flashing lights: the clicks are a chorus that underscores my sashay. the blank stare i give is really my inability to contain my gratitude. so i’ll say it once and for all: thank you for loving me with your camera and only with your camera.
12.
i am leaving you because i can no longer stand your distance. i used to enjoy begging for your attention but now it has become work. i am annoyed at work, it is so out of season. don’t come looking for me. don’t come looking for me. i will not be who you once had trapped under your spell. i will be a phoenix rising from the ashes finally flying across the broad beautiful blue sky. and i hope my chemtrails will smoother you til your last living languid breath. forever and more. Amen.

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released May 27, 2022

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black queer spoken word poetry

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