from A Discourse on Vegetation & Motion

(forthcoming from Critical Documents)



today I battle Aphids with oily Hands


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today I prepare to stab
the larval Thing inching


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today I'm ready to succumb to a Flashbulb


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today the Cat is Blood


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today there is no Horizon there
is leching & Froth the whole
Window goes white in fear
I must undress for Money


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today, Epiphany:
I am Ally Sheedy
ripping Scalp for Dandruff
to snow onto the Desk
(& the Void is white
& to be blind in not Darkness
& to disappear…)


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today I swallow Hair & Bees
I knit Mistruths, I crocodile


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today the fascist
Insect that preys
upon the People
chomps
my Face in Two