We were only ever dust to the
clock, which made its complicity
in our subjugation all the more
galling. Time was a virus, got
inside of us: caught ourselves
counting, caught our cells counting
themselves, dying for the pleasure
of adding a new number.
When we moved, everything
moved with us because seconds
are small and we were not. Like
all the sand in the sea, we settle,
just as you wanted. Our words
are dust in this new air, nonsense
against our blended senses. The clock
ticks and you hiss, show don’t tell.s

MA|DE is a collaborative writing partnership (formed in 2018) comprised of interdisciplinary artist Mark Laliberte (author of 'asemanticasymmetry' – Anstruther, 2017) and writer Jade Wallace (author of 'Rituals of Parsing' – Anstruther, 2018). Poems have appeared in Five:2:One, Guttural UK, Poetry is Dead, PRISM international, Rat’s Ass Review, The Anti-Languorous Project, Trinity Review and Vallum; 'Test Centre', their debut chapbook, was recently released by ZED Press. MA|DE is currently working on their first full-length collection

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