Augustine pockets pears and spills beans
in thirteen books
the self merely source material
a lost wax process for the staging of bigger questions . . .
Cezanne paints his apples
and rewrites the laws of perspective . . .
logorrhea is a masturbatorially public act . . .
The endeavor complicates . . .
one word follows another
not as its sequel but as its unmaking . . .
You distort . . . intentionally . . . unintentionally
and become enamored of your own engagement . . .
your own autofiction . . .
You roll out virtual howitzers
and execute reams of legal pads
hopscotching metaphors
on lines of macadam
awaiting wait staff for today's specials . . .
How to make it so to seem doable
especially now with summer people
collecting shells of happiness
drifting offshore
in and out of doors and into whitewashed rooms
unencumbered by a mind of winter . . .
You, like them, are shaped by resistance
tucking sheets . . .
pulling them into neat corners
while the commute slows
dropping morning news anchors . . .
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| Aneta Ivanova |