It’s all too-natural to deflate natural
geometry via anthropocentric suckage.
—Jack Collum
It is 11am. Not
9:30am. I am
thinking of an
itch between
1 and 10. This
day (disdain) is
never approri-
ate enough. I
wanna start
again. The
shower. The
grey clouds
in my bowl
of breakfast.
Lying in bed.
The cat’s en-
ergy. This
day is reel-
ing through
a drought of
street signs;
signs and
stoplights,
an historic-
al treasure.
(as if nature were a hobby or an acquired taste)
—Jack Collum
