Elizabeth Calhoun

Dump.fm

1.

The sun has set noisily again, heavy reverb,
heavy reverb, on a day like this
hearkens three years of amplified amor:
love through a megaphone.
The intimacy of voyeurism made real
by conspicuous consummation
(and some sand in my vagina)
meant it was okay for us
to look like first cousins.

2.

You are a meme.
I could make you on the internet
with some Adderall and a penchant for
baby dinosaurs and dancing babies.
You’d update your status
to something about glitter,
and we’d fuck silently through a computer till
I swallowed your home-made cyber-cum.

3.

The sun has set again; on a day like this,
I could make you real.
A megaphone, something about glitter,
and a penchant for home-made intimacy
mean we’d update voyeurism
through a computer while
your first cousins looked.