A pencil marked Post-it found in a lobby in Edison, N.J.
“one of the Seraphs eg
[angel] flew towards me in
his hands was a hot
coal he had taken from
the [altar] with tongs.
He touched my mouth
with it & said Look this
coal has touched your lips
your evil is removed
my evil is removed
my sin is forgiven”
“(H)
Jelmin Caba”
Where to dispose of the hole The small body begins where the breath falls through to the kaolinite production in cooler proportion of tonnes the People’s Republic — geographically weathered igneous preserved Flat across the earth Flat across the Earth ear to yourself whole an understated rejection of purpose No means no means hear it here first hear hear among the worms From the bottom what do I see slowly the world shoveled in not that but here in purchase the minerals form a simple lattice disruptive — a net understanding of purpose reach beyond their value in the ground what do I see my size.