In space we talk amongst ourselves,
through skeletons of machines,
spurt radio, infantile talk.
to the end parts of settlements
drifting further only.
Come wash apples,
kabob all of my hearts.
Pull roots for our meals
and write the songs that describe
the volatile states of our insides.
I waitressed today in my bare feet.
Nothing was ordered
and nothing was paid for,
and everything got
what everything needed.
Lindsey Claire Newman is an interdisciplinary artist from Chicago, IL. She makes mixed media paintings, found object sculptures, poems and zines. Her award winning work has been exhibited throughout the Midwest, and can be found in numerous private collections. She is just beginning to release her writing into the world and this is her first poetry publication.