AFTER UNTITLED LANDSCAPE by MICHELLE NOTEBOOM
You former wastrel, just find the can for once looking in the wrong direction falling like a star here it’s all going like like fiberglass You You you the nitwit the gegenschein pinned the mooncalf tail of sky on autumn
Maybe focus more on the body, there’s a substance
that’ll stop the outline filtering forward from the depths of fallacy
In this blurred sepia image you can’t teach a century to unlock sturm und drang
tumblers and cylinders reflecting on the shift in the infrastructure,
the oh-so-subtle activities and folds you itch to take apart employed inward yet again are
kinds of origami
but your gloved hands
lull the galaxy.
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