Archaic Fragment

I was trying to love matter.

I taped a sign over the mirror:

You cannot hate matter and love form.

It was a beautiful day, though cold.

This was, for me, an extravagantly emotional gesture.

.......your poem:

tried, but could not.

I taped a sign over the first sign:

Cry, weep, thrash yourself, rend your garments—

List of things to love:

dirt, food, shells, human hair.

....... said

tasteless excess. Then I

rent the signs.

AIAIAIAI cried

the naked mirror.