March 19, 2024

pure of heart Poetry by Daisy Alioto

If I was an NPC I would say,

you can’t defeat me, I'm too pure of heart.

Happiness is such a small thing in my fist.

I hear the sirens at Indian Point from our bed:

Security Force-on-Force Drills 
will be conducted at Indian Point on May 2, 9, 16, and 23.  
The drills will be conducted from 7:30pm - 11pm. 

For community awareness, you may hear simulated gunfire 
or increased activity at the plant from the waterfront.  
No reason to be alarmed.

I do not hear simulated gunfire. 

I do not hear you when you sneak up on me in the shower,

which I’ve asked you not to do anymore. 

Not that it was ever your fault.

I could throw this Pantene bottle like omfg so hard. 

When I imagine my life I think of you at the center.

How do you see me?

Like a rabbit inside a hat.

How do I see you?

Like a hat inside a rabbit. 

If I was an NPC I would say,

Happiness is such a small thing in my fist.

You can’t defeat me. 

I’m too pure of heart. 

Daisy Alioto is the CEO of Dirt Media. Her journalism and nonfiction have appeared in The New York Times Magazine, The Wall Street Journal, The Paris Review Daily, The New Republic,  and the Los Angeles Review of Books among others.