Internet Girls

<p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>The poems of </span><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Internet Girls</em><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> concern themselves with electronic as well as physical loss and inevitability; they try to contain that slippage to box up all that which is evanescent and disappearing. Their speaker is exhausted if not exhaustive and possibly also electronic herself a queer female narrator staring down the untraversable span between intimacy and distance: I keep thinking how I wish I were a poet to describe / certain things I cannot get right. A shifting constellation of images embroiders the work together through textual and linguistic disruptions. Someone has to sleep with politicians be a starfucker do your dirty / service this work of being soap-slimed and broken observes one; in sequence the lyrics stand for something natural mystical and larger than the self even split by grief: So I loved on a desperate believer / divider: three parts in vain but two / just here for the river.</span></p>