gecko.

falling apart.

Extreme exertion

isolates a person

from help,

discovered Atlas.

Once a certain

shoulder-to-burden

ratio collapses,

there is so little

others can do:

they can’t

lend a hand

with Brazil

and not stand

on Peru.

Kay Ryan, Atlas

Yet we keep a hungry eye on old schoolmates

and everyone born in the year of our own birth,

and spend the nights in ranting over them,

their money, fashionable companions, pliant critics.

To live just a little longer than they do:

that would be triumph. Hence exercise and diets,

and the squabble over who will write the history

of this paradise of demons casting each other out.

A.F. Moritz, On Distinction

We won’t pretend we’re not hungry for distinction

but what can ever distinguish us enough?

This country, this language won’t last long, the race

will die, later the cockroach, earth itself,

and last this beer bottle: silicon fused by man,

almost indestructible, like a soul:

it will go spinning ever farther from the nearest thing

until space, continually deepening, drowns in itself.

A.F. Moritz, On Distinction

storm.

I wish we could control this revolting

want of control: these people

with their spongy eyes, their mouths

of trembling shoehorns, billhooks for penises

and bear traps for vulvas.

A.F.Moritz, Addiction

fourth of.

monday.