ARI MOLINE

Looking too hard at

Vision is always distorted
Please, passerbies, tell me
how tall I am
The rock under the water
moves up and down
while the water stays
the same resigned plastic The whelks
and the dairy The rails
and the lovers
Every grain of sand
nobody can eat
Just like money makes its way
into the soul Red flags
White flags Green flags
showing off the width
of their meaning Not
like deep listening at all
Not like an angel
revealing a meaning
at all

Ari Moline is a poet, scentmaker, and linguist working with minoritized languages, based in so-called Pittsburgh, PA. Words appear in Second Factory, b l u s h, Cleveland Review of Books, and anonymous gossip forums. His first chapbook is god with Blinking Red Light ON (Almost Perfect Press, 2025).