“it’s christmas, carnival, easter, / our lady of aparecida, and the final judgment / all at once.” from “microwave” by Angélica Freitas
clement
offers deeper
dependings
absorbed in
building the redeemer volume
of measuring noise
floor
historica
he
product displays
depending
though
on audibility
of
a signal bellows reverberation
coefficient of
20 degrees celsius displayed depending on
the averagings are proportant to dement reverberation
in me and
out of the room for a direct
travelling of a defined cut offers no reflection coefficient
sabine
stated
exponential so too the materials the terrestrials
typically
changes
of absorption
in studios diminish
regularly at low frequencies
which must have their opposites
You say puff pastry you say tax credit is a bulldog
by now she’s probably lost in traffic skin darker than guns my father’s obsessed
it will be hungry that guy who makes hot sauce
climbs up my forefinger and into whatever the girls’ mortal wound — And I’m all like, bent, reaching raise my hand to the horizon, beside
el niño spirit; and the exploded my palm — safety — I straighten, & down into the garbage where I roach
the Willis Tower, comparing, & the vile, beautiful blattaria leaves me and scales its black terrace and ponders its sudden, liberal transformation — soon
as a way to juxtapose the mundane condition the banal, blue body; the salted, post-, uncombed
She didn’t even take it or gibberish in a cafeteria line or bleeding all over Italy.
with Stevie Ray Vaughan
Includes four lines from "I love winter nights..." by Paul Ferrell,
published in "The Cosby Show" (2015) by Water of Life Press.
