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a women

We should all be so aware, so alive, so consequential, so Vanessa Roveto. Language is no match, so she leaves it behind in a rush to explore what it means to be her. We’ll call it poetry until she comes up with a better word. The author of bodys, Roveto lives in Los Angeles.

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After basic math, she calculated her losses and measured them
against the sum of weight gain. She had become fat soluble. Her
goddess cards arranged themselves at the table, the moment of
no self, no life goals, only snap-on judgement. A face was nothing
but a weird plastic mask on a death mask, facing outward the day
she was born. She reconstructed events to produce a new pretend
agency: Dumb techno beats downloaded into reduced gray matter.
Proletariat limbs were means not ends. Prayers were designed to
destroy gap jeans, like a TV hooked into her for hump day. Toast
burnt itself into ashes.

Reviewed by Matt Sutherland

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