the electronic dictionary
Saru Potturi
utopias
uto-pious
uto-pieces
uterine people
ultra-people
ubermenschen
god i’ve gotta stop using words
whose meanings i don’t understand.
dystopias
dysto-penis
distal ps
(postscript i mean)
disco bs
(bullshit i mean
bullshit)
this poem’s running away from me
if you’re running away from time then
are you running out of time
is time a place? is it--spatial? (derogatory)
lesser beings. skulls grown inwards
backs straight and noses pointing
outwards (god there’s a microaggression
somewhere in there, a history lesson)
my boltzmann brain
is bleeding out
my head at the very thought of it.
wait a second.
♋🙵♒♎♐⬧🙵🙰♎♐♒🙵●♎🙰♐⬧🙵
there. an archaic language.
i bungled it and tumbled down
i bungled it and tumbled down
i bungled it and tumbled
down.
what is this spatial bullshit?
i’ve been living in the
temporal zone
i’ve been
looking at magazines
with clothed people (confused)
i’ve been
listening to music
that goes in through the ears
and not the—and not the--
and not the
heart. (affectionate)
(in that condescending way
a parent stamps their approval
on a small child’s ugly-ass
crayoning.)
(guess you’re not as good of a parent
as you thought you were huh)
akhsdfskjhflasdjf;las
there. an archaicer language.
(ɑrˈkeɪɪkər)
i’ve been looking up
up
i’ve been looking
up
i’ve been looking
fuck it staircases don’t work here
can i get a round of
snap snap snaps please?
can i get another
tap tap tap please?
question:
what’s the time? (rhetoric)
question:
what is a rhyme?
(god i’ve gotta stop
using words
whose meanings i don’t
understand.)
uto-pious
uto-pieces
uterine people
ultra-people
ubermenschen
god i’ve gotta stop using words
whose meanings i don’t understand.
dystopias
dysto-penis
distal ps
(postscript i mean)
disco bs
(bullshit i mean
bullshit)
this poem’s running away from me
if you’re running away from time then
are you running out of time
is time a place? is it--spatial? (derogatory)
lesser beings. skulls grown inwards
backs straight and noses pointing
outwards (god there’s a microaggression
somewhere in there, a history lesson)
my boltzmann brain
is bleeding out
my head at the very thought of it.
wait a second.
♋🙵♒♎♐⬧🙵🙰♎♐♒🙵●♎🙰♐⬧🙵
there. an archaic language.
i bungled it and tumbled down
i bungled it and tumbled down
i bungled it and tumbled
down.
what is this spatial bullshit?
i’ve been living in the
temporal zone
i’ve been
looking at magazines
with clothed people (confused)
i’ve been
listening to music
that goes in through the ears
and not the—and not the--
and not the
heart. (affectionate)
(in that condescending way
a parent stamps their approval
on a small child’s ugly-ass
crayoning.)
(guess you’re not as good of a parent
as you thought you were huh)
akhsdfskjhflasdjf;las
there. an archaicer language.
(ɑrˈkeɪɪkər)
i’ve been looking up
up
i’ve been looking
up
i’ve been looking
fuck it staircases don’t work here
can i get a round of
snap snap snaps please?
can i get another
tap tap tap please?
question:
what’s the time? (rhetoric)
question:
what is a rhyme?
(god i’ve gotta stop
using words
whose meanings i don’t
understand.)
Saru Potturi (Pomona '24) is an Indian poet-writer who aims to question and challenge the nature of personhood, pothook, and reinvention—and write some ear-pleasing rhymes in the process.