And it was all
bathed in a note
—
Tracy Fuad
I wanted to party, but there was no one.
There were, in the room, some instruments that were not heard.
Everything was made of certain things that elicited other things.
I was, of course, contemporary.
A flowing city;
a riot on the table;
the bouquet of alienation;
an identity plane that was seized.
The third point of distrust was yellow, red, and pink; a network of skin and tooth.
The army had a very capable caravan which was deployed to surveil everything.
Anonymously, the army claimed it was their work of art.
What was my basis, where was it?
Hardened native forest;
Sale of fingerprints;
Artist and artist;
Peons of the palm trees spelling SOS to the drones.
The map has been profiled for a second coat of unsuspecting varnish.
A plan for music; a plan for a painting made after the body.
When you cry, I am the instrumental eye that sees.
It was all bet in one bed.
The declaration of civilization remains with me forever.
When it falls, it makes a sound.
Too loud.
There is nothing I want you to know about I;
I am ignorant and I prefer to let the truth be revealed, shunned, and smeared.
The movement came back total.
As the money splits, the boundaries increase.
The book came up because of the flood.
I always fall into my own language.
The totalitarianism gave some beautiful trees the opportunity to grow.
I am ignorant, and I prefer that the truth be revealed, interpreted, and mourned.
Before and after it was cold, it was hot.
That and other realities from space.
I had to break up; my procreative reflex was frustrated.
There was no language sitting under the sea.
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Tracy Fuad is a poet and writer based in Berlin. Her second collection of poetry, PORTAL, won the Phoenix Emerging Poets’ Prize and was published by the University of Chicago Press in 2024. A 2023 National Endowment for the Arts Fellow, Fuad’s poems have appeared in The Paris Review, The Yale Review, Poetry Daily, and Poem-a-Day and have been translated into Kurdish, Turkish, German, and Spanish. She lives in Berlin, where she teaches poetry and directs the Berlin Writers’ Workshop. She is currently at work on a novel.
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There were, in the room, some instruments that were not heard.
Everything was made of certain things that elicited other things.
I was, of course, contemporary.
A flowing city;
a riot on the table;
the bouquet of alienation;
an identity plane that was seized.
The third point of distrust was yellow, red, and pink; a network of skin and tooth.
The army had a very capable caravan which was deployed to surveil everything.
Anonymously, the army claimed it was their work of art.
What was my basis, where was it?
Hardened native forest;
Sale of fingerprints;
Artist and artist;
Peons of the palm trees spelling SOS to the drones.
The map has been profiled for a second coat of unsuspecting varnish.
A plan for music; a plan for a painting made after the body.
When you cry, I am the instrumental eye that sees.
It was all bet in one bed.
The declaration of civilization remains with me forever.
When it falls, it makes a sound.
Too loud.
There is nothing I want you to know about I;
I am ignorant and I prefer to let the truth be revealed, shunned, and smeared.
The movement came back total.
As the money splits, the boundaries increase.
The book came up because of the flood.
I always fall into my own language.
The totalitarianism gave some beautiful trees the opportunity to grow.
I am ignorant, and I prefer that the truth be revealed, interpreted, and mourned.
Before and after it was cold, it was hot.
That and other realities from space.
I had to break up; my procreative reflex was frustrated.
There was no language sitting under the sea.
Tracy Fuad is a poet and writer based in Berlin. Her second collection of poetry, PORTAL, won the Phoenix Emerging Poets’ Prize and was published by the University of Chicago Press in 2024. A 2023 National Endowment for the Arts Fellow, Fuad’s poems have appeared in The Paris Review, The Yale Review, Poetry Daily, and Poem-a-Day and have been translated into Kurdish, Turkish, German, and Spanish. She lives in Berlin, where she teaches poetry and directs the Berlin Writers’ Workshop. She is currently at work on a novel.
Website | Instagram