sieves for dinner

a stipulation of daffodil testaments

the two avant-gardes
gardens of impassioned afterimages
two claps for toe taps and mushroom caps
i propose sieves for dinner
i propose we clamber on gravestones
there are captious eucalyptus there rescinding
next year’s ready to wear line
i’ve seen the theoretical theologian trailing
pages of canted kant—
imagine schopenhauer happy
i can’t—
so i propose a modern palpitation
let’s reduce the population
by exactly one, an exacting choice
u must make—

choose

What I’m Reading:

The relationship of Latino people to North American ideas about race is one more chapter in this country’s convoluted and contradictory race story. Latino people can think of themselves as white, and many of our unenlightened relatives believe lighter skin makes them superior human beings.

— Hector Tobar / Our Migrant Souls

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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