After Donna Haraway
I am rarely asked to name myself.
Zorb balls bumping into one another,
a different kind of social distancing.
An object, scientifically and emotionally,
when he sees me, I am a lamp.
Oppression naturalized as nostalgia.
Veronica Good is a poet and fiction writer. Her work has appeared in Archarios, Tempo, and Scapegoat Review. When she isn’t writing, she is taking care of her plants and her Burmese python Fitz.