a poem for today, 17 September 2012
[a word-sorted sonnet of six sentences and its image]
Is the goal to get from A to B or is the goal to remain open to fluidity.
The attendants will give you a cloth resembling, in most establishments, an over-sized red gingham tea towel.
Language is encountered as precisely what forbids subjectification—as an impersonal streaming that offers not repose but restlessness.
If you’re confused to how someone wearing a strap-on cock can find fellatio pleasuring, then ask them.
Commodity meat has a very low price in the marketplace, and sets expectations that meat is inherently inexpensive.
You think you can just sneak and slink around my house smiling.