You are our licky-podunk jubilee
are my stalker of the night
You are their Test Printing OK
are your undying reciprocatrix
Quick, there’s sugar
in the mainframe and
what they said we can’t
unsay so go
ahead: reduce, reduce
List every part of the body
list all the types of architecture
list all the birds
You are books: piles of meaning lying around.
You are every major media outlet
severed from its tanks, the meerkats
growling. For the first time
things are at ease with their beginnings.
Call numbers, begin
in the middle of things as you must then
turn, face what you have formed
and speak in the voice of cotton without temperature
Us a couple of untucked cowbots
wigs blown out to here
Ones who run the cutlery strut
halfway to second nature
Reckon we’ll sell our last few bonds
travel, turn a trick on
Main. Dip, faze: pond.
Dip. Faze. Pond.