MECH
Will tacks
against my body’s
bet. Astral
wind might
similarly run metal skin off
a galactic freighter.
Tail of a comet,
I sweat pure light.
How many rooms were there
in the fever?
How many times would some
sun be on the ground
of the Sonnenallee,
pouring oil after
oil?
Orbit
what I can
only intuit:
mech I pilot’s
misshapen, make
a lodge of labor,
fling out a Ron Trent track
there to forget
I’m in a cockpit,
corner wind,
corner wind in hopes of
wind bearing its own corner,
hoping such a turn
will assess me while
formulating ratios in my sleep
to disband hope altogether.
When does the future you once envisioned this body to host you in end?
NAT MARCUS is a recording and printing artist based in Berlin. Her vocal practice developed out of writing and reciting poetry at readings organized by TABLOID Press – a publishing house she co-founded with Zoe Darsee in 2014. She has collaborated as a vocalist with musical artists such as Perila, Special Guest DJ, Soho Rezanejad, and Ulla Straus, and in November 2019 performed a live set with exael on Berlin’s HÖR radio. As a designer, she has produced album graphics for labels including wood//work, Experiences Ltd., Uzuri, and Lillerne Tapes.