paper cranes on the mantel hampered
by symbolic nature but why not
be more is it justice to want and want

You make up
the better part
of an expression

to What are you susceptible by description

the there there, when it repeats

Consider this pamphlet a set of buyer’s notes, a thorough investigation under the orders of academizing burglars. The question you must then ask yourself is: is the nicest door a door one can buy, a door one must take, or a door one must build?

“An Elemental Rust,” says Dickinson. I grew it on the inside of a can. A rustling effect. A chandelier. A .22. Its cartridges. A bit of window screen patching a screen and a dried bee. A contact lens.

Heard you pulled a twenty dollar bill out of an Ohio sunset. Heard you do it every night.

Sideline aside, talk just to say, speak just to hey, sound just to chorus. Take long sustain sounds, remove the attack & decay to assemble tones. Lower & raise pitch, make the levels consistent, string together a long-ass DRONE.

I always wonder what it feels like
to be wrong

to have a pool
I want to do that again

foot
metre
colour
lojick

To be miraculous is not about having the best of luck.
To be miraculous is about having enough wealth to buy the fortune.
And you know what they say about money and poetry. But I fold the cranes.

you said you saw my finger twitch
saw me press my pelvis to the archive
but on the other hand you believe
that we awaken out of nothing

These LEDs won't explain themselves.

A day can break your heart in a day
All over you as if you weren’t even there
It’s a different knowing, going is
Intimacy of discovery drowning

xx

:: what’s visible

is not always made so

by light

delight, delicate to consider
eggs in the tongueleaf
fair-haired nettles
gowned in such
hot hot cloud, hunger.

Choose your threshold. Decision is
not a point but a line, a figuring
that incorporates you, enduring
there while dying here, on the stoop
immured, distinct as a book.

Unfortunately silly snakes float through the car in the water as it pours in like it is

Yellow the car water like the gut keys for pianos compartmentalize in ball red blue and yellow

In what ways is a manuscript an exhibit? In what ways are these words animate? Maybe you understand these pages as an artifact, sacred words from an NDN; or maybe you read me as a sex worker of language, one who strips and fucks the page and spills himself all over it?

When I close my eyes and think of my hometown, the elements that come to mind are not that much different from what my great-grandfather encountered when he arrived in Cleveland from his Ukrainian village of Staryava almost a century ago, in 1929.

21. When you say you’re going home, they ask: To Belgrade?

22. For them, it’s as though this war hasn’t happened.

And yet,

23. There are exceptions.