A Savage Republic

A negative feedback loop. Petroglyphs and door flips. Petrichor — a savage feedback loop — a savage republic. Put out the fire.

Frying in its own fat. Permafrost melting. The warming leading to fire. Fire and friars with intention — without compunction — never knowing regret. 

All portent from here. The dark briars thick with illness.

Without agency — a magnificent disaster — falling and implicated. Smothering never staying. Praying without saying a thing. Prattling.

Sneak a chunk up your pant leg — white hot and abrupt. A life of impunity ends abruptly on a moonless dirt road. This country is vast and vacuous.

What I’m Reading:

I set out in the blue American
night, this stupid sparkler
raised in my fist. Electroshocked
dandelion. Smoke columns
over the sock factory giving the moon
that Inness blur. No we’re not
falling. Things are just floating back
where they belong.

— Ocean Vuong / “Independence Day”