Sunday, December 26, 2021

mmmcdlxiv

the objects of my percussion

I thought perhaps that
I’d forgotten how to do
this. Apparently I have
not. You’re surprised?
Things forgotten . . .
intentionally or not.
And so we make some
records, sow our seed;
our texts slam space
into inverted lamp
shades such that
beasts like you
can use as
castanets.

the objects of my percussion