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  • Poems by L Scully

    they don’t make ‘em like they used to
    cut from a scholarly cloth
    I should have been 
    an academic. lazy and
    ideological like all 
    academics 
    I have such stupid dreams. 
    aroused by terms such as
    self-directed I cry into
    my hummus plate for
    one, the students behind
    me say food blogger
    is a backup job.
    you say holding
    a carrot you imagine
    generations
    of hands working in
    unison to produce such
    a prize, which is poetic
    if not anthropological. 
    a stint in archaeology
    class rendered me strange
    at foreplay –
    during intimacy I 
    only want to be
    uncovered. 



    it wants what it wants
    I have nothing to say because
    I am stupid. I want
    to do stupid things like
    feed my dog edibles and
    participate in a love
    triangle. I am 
    only going to do one
    of those things in actuality
    and let’s just say 
    I have the heart of a 

    dog. 



    stupid triptych 
    i 
    only smart people know
    how stupid they are. you
    asked if your big 
    words attracted
    me,
    I said what attracts me is
    the word hello

    ii
    if you work really hard
     and inherit a lot of
    money 
    you can get what you want.
    I don’t work
    and I don’t inherit
    so I guess I wouldn’t
    know

    iii
    whether sex is
    a privilege or a need
    is a stupid question.
    some questions are just
    stupid 
    and I want to 
    get railed. 



    accountability check
    anti-intellectualism is
    the state of my new
    bravado. I used 
    to be smart like I
    used to have long hair,
    a lot of knots from
    the neck up. 
    I’ll probably change
    my mind about all 
    this
    I’ll probably change. 



    what the fuck does that even mean
    I like poems that
    say I love you I mean
    that literally.
    reading the words
    out like that
    we can each pretend
    it’s about us. everything
    is about us because
    we are the inventors
    of time. seriously 
    look it up, how rail travel
    impacted the human psyche.
    or don’t I don’t
    care, your education
    is not my prerogative.
    but
    your love is, 
    and
    at least one of us
    is better off stupid.



    L Scully (they/them) is a living writer. They have a memoir out with @gnashingteethpublishing and a poetry collection forthcoming from @dopaminebooksla. You can find more of their work online @no.more.prostitutes @reapthrill @poetrytrapperkeeper @bullshitlit and Hobart. They run @working_title_boston and are the cofounder and EIC of @madness_press. Sometimes they go on tour. If you fall in love with them, their DMs are open.

    June 9, 2024
    alt lit, Literature, lovers, poem, Poems, Poetry, reading, sex, Writing

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