THREE POEMS by LUCIA GALLIPOLI

MY NERVOUS SYSTEM? SHE SURE IS!


I am gross.

I know this because upon sharing

my OCD diagnosis with my loved ones,

they were unanimously like, Really? You? 

Admittedly, my aversion to showers (lifelong)

and my affinity for letting food rot on silverware (until age 20)

were not inspiring confidence in my doctor or her practice.


I blame myself.

I take a hiatus from my body and feel overly dramatic

because Google suggests this experience

is usually triggered by actual trauma.

A doctor tells me this (not trauma?) isn’t unheard of,

and I write about it in a poem, 

and wonder how she feels about that?


I am not dramatic.

Twitter waters down the word “dissociation” to the point

where claiming the experience feels gauche:

Hahahaha, dissociating because my lecture is so boring!

I’m sure you are, babe!

I should probably log off.

I probably won’t.

 

MY BRAIN IS A STARTUP AND I'M EAGER TO FIND INVESTORS


I’M DOING IT TO BUILD MY BRAND!

I yell at myself, furiously typing away on LinkedIn,

staring into my reflection on the screen.


Hey mister—pick my brain?? ;-)

I drag an image of my medications

onto the screen, prescription # included, send post.


I build a five year plan

to cancel my middle school bullies via LinkedIn.

Those screenshots on AIM must be here somewhere…


This is good. This is justice, even.

I am a problem solver.

I can do tasks.


Let’s both pretend I have four years

of relevant experience.

Endorse me? Baby?


Would you please endorse me on LinkedIn, baby?

I release a sultry first chapter of fan fiction

about Parks and Rec


and become a LinkedIn-fluencer.

This is my literal platform

and my brand makes comfortable comedy erotic.


I could be like Leslie,

I could be a girl boss getting it on like Leslie!

I imagine my growing readership imagining, five chapters in. 


Those dates from the apps

who never told me their full names.

What if I added them on LinkedIn.


What if I added them on LinkedIn

three years later,

no contact.

 

GIRLY IN STEM


I’m going to invent a mini skirt

that considers human anatomy in its design

I’m going to invent a drink

that makes you not want to fall asleep

it will taste like the earth

but could modified to taste like ice cream

I’m going to invent a way of arranging limbs

on the ground that feels comfortable to the body

I’m going to invent a lifestyle

that doesn’t include electricity

I’m going to invent an activity

that makes people feel connected

through pleasure and intimacy

I’m going to invent a continent

where weather is never noticeable

I’m going to invent a machine

that allows me to show strangers 

how pretty I look this morning in particular

I’m going to invent a substance

that will make people smiley and gooey

that will have them oozing across the floor

in tacky spit

it will be a “hit”

 

Lucia Gallipoli is a senior at NYU concentrating in sexuality, love, and art. She is probably lost somewhere in the cycle of worshipping Mitski and Kate Bush via Spotify and forgetting that they exist for a few weeks. More of her work can be found here.