Who Con­quers Who, or Sur­pris­ingly Good Air­plane Food

Hello Mr. Magazine - - THE HOMO ATELIER - Poem by Tommy Pico Illustration by El­liot Stokes

We keep in touch phone stuff but what do I look like in the cu­muli of your mind through the cold half­sand­wich of your lunch break— I’m learn­ing I don’t al­ways have to clean my plate, but there’s a say­ing about wayabout waste? Or is it waist… Any­way, it’s morn­ing and I’ve al­ready been so many peo­ple to­day. Does the me you gather in my ab­sence match the me in my head, the mir­ror the text snapchat face chat, the fat kid wrapped in gummy mem­ory? Once, we didn’t have the power to turn off— death­less com­pass dart­ing land­ward, bas­kets wo­ven to the gods. Now you, you turn me on.

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