from The Unfollowing: 49

A star screen shimmers under the moon over the urban center flashing on it red

and green

I’ll have a suspension, mustard, topicality, glue

Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty

Whipped gouache just about covers the situation

In the Musée Unless there’s a fallen nest on display empty of an egg once

belonging to a song bird, species unknown, which had sung

See style, see working late, see mismatched socks, see polyphony

It is the fate of logic infinitely to undo closure but that’s just to say that it’s the

fate of logic infinitely to be logical

So like a man goes into a shop and there’s like this other man in there whom he

thinks he recognizes and he says like do I know you

The fallen grass in winter sprawls its spring

Regulations state that the pier can accommodate no more than one troupe of

acrobats, thirty fishermen, or fifty tourists

The child never gives up her secret, which—don’t tell—is that she has a secret,

and her secret has a penis

We will lose another day from the inner picture—days are not ineradicable there

What is it that one is autobiographical about

Source: The Unfollowing (Omnidawn Publishing, 2016)