This is not a smirk, it’s a snarl.
First thing you compliment is
My queer smile. Another girl
Taken down by a photo.
Rest in Archives, mama.
“You’re a cool person but...”
“Too complex for me.” I finish,
Knowing the End before the Start.
Screens form false connections
...Video killed the radio star...
Remember when mixtapes were apps?
Hours spent, stereos, double
Cassettes, static on the tape
Commercial-free feelings
Invoking tentative titles,
Dreaming of...yeesh...
You always be my...bah...
Songs to Adore You...
Vanishing ink on plastic
Relics, reminds you of time
Before Algorithms were Love.
NOVI VALLE PEROLDO is a Cuban-Chilean first gen American poet who has been curing her generational trauma with poetry for 24 of her 37 years and maybe good at it the last 5.