to the minus 33cm—its inverted fragments like Bay Area Poetry;
—Brenda Hillman
I want I need I
don’t die. And
I seem to be
made of fur.
I had to ex-
plain that I
wasn’t allud-
ing to anything
in particular. Just
this night and its
particular loneliness. //
I tend to harbor no
resentments. I also
try honesty until it
doesn’t work. ///
The pizza didn’t arrive.
Or it did, per the guy
on the phone (from
Pizza Hut), but when
the delivery person
dialed the number
that was electronic-
ally attached to my
order, there was
no answer, he says. ////
Only silence out-
does itself tonight. /////
