Poem: Speech Acts by Rae Armantrout | The New Republic

Speech Acts

Something’s going around.
The crows

started it.
No language

can tell us
which crow.

*

You who
in the

mama turnpike
sexy tough shit

steady state

thought bubble song
churn

*

What’s new? Presence
as fad.

Humans
photo-bomb the planet,

pop up everywhere
because incongruous

is funny

and we want you
to know