New Brutalist Monochrome
If it is odious and onerous,
it is a tear-jerker.
If it produces scribe acrylics,
the aqua fortis seethes beneath a trap door.
If a doormat marks the national threshold,
it may be full of off-kilter moments.
If it reads like a Russian novel,
it is merely breast-feeding for rubles.
If we are pilloried near the pillowcases,
the archive is a brutalist borehole.
If we seek,
we miss the show.
If, if, if, if, if, if,
“I just want to be held, but contingently, the way the mind holds a trauma that failed to take place. Realistic suction, realism sucks.”
— Ben Lerner / Angle of Yaw