Body Hair Awareness Month: Extended Edit
Nicholas Katsafanas

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01. 12 Mezcals
02. bin Laden’s Ear Lobes
03. Perceiving Trees
04. An Empty Pint of Yuengling
05. The Home of US Government Propaganda
06. On Incongruities & Recollection as Fabrication
07. Courting Caroline Ellison
08. Drinking Blended Scotch Out Of Measuring Cups
09. I (Heart) BJ in the Singular Tense
10. Juicy Couture in the Courtyard
11. The Mentally Different Cannot Be Modern: Suite 1
12. The Mentally Different Cannot Be Modern: Suite 2
13. The Mentally Different Cannot Be Modern: Suite 3
14. The Mentally Different Cannot Be Modern: Suite 4
15. The Mentally Different Cannot Be Modern: Suite 5
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16. My Oil Paintings
17. Parallel Universe / Fun-Sized Bags of Doritos
18. Thinking About Architecture
19. The Gumballs of Pseudo-Dionysios
20. Slightly Inebriated on a Friday Evening
21. Older Lady with the Look of Pure Death in Her Eyes
22. Multitudinous Feminine Entities
23. Guys From Chicago Who Don’t Exist
24. Sugar Free Soju at Fernandez Liquors
25. Ill-Advised High Fades
26. The Median Lifespan of Bananas is Insufficient
27. Nuclear Families & Rainforests
28. Basically Repulsed (In Every Detail)


01. 12 Mezcals

Watching Larry Kudlow
while I tickle her butthole
the ways of the world
those are the breaks
everyday I’m elated
to be fertile if not awake

Let me unrobe as well
just so you can successfully
kiss my ass
I drink tears like ginger-ale
after twelve mezcals
no disrespect
but fuck you
I’m a nice guy
fuck me
I’ll stick a Civic car key
into your brother’s eye

Suicide bomb
your fuckin grandma’s
assisted living center
three hipsters
talk getting food truck bullshit
at Guatemalan festivals

Screwing in cymbals
Alice Cooper performed with Filter—
nah I respect that craft
shitty fuckin bands
relapse
to playing the same shit every night
it’s actually nice

Koreans crank you off
mid stroke asking if you’re Pakistani
identities are antsy
in fifth grade Anthony
never successfully pantsed me


02. bin Laden’s Ear Lobes

I enjoy believing what I hear
they ID’d bin Laden
by his ears
my lobes are super distinctive too
twenty thirteen
I was in three hundred
square feet
double debt to income
with none of it expungable

To be honest
I wasn’t against
being run into
by a bus or two
but RIPTA fucking drives too slow
if I’m gonna go
ideally I’d like to go

My hair clippers
sounded like helicopters
in the wet Rome lavatory
Americanos the size
of a micropenis
agitated me

My zipper
had a mind of its own
on New York Avenue
I didn’t tip
on my second set
of Fernets
at the tavern oops!—
too busy bonding
over wanting to cease
completely

Local journalists
have become too busy
to write more than fifty words
on a murder
some fuck got shot
now I guess he rots?—
let them snap a selfie
for their IG
before confirming


03. Perceiving Trees

Being made vaguely aware
I could have possibly
gotten beaten up
by anonymous parties
at an undisclosed
period in time

The old guy
with the white hair
in the pink house
picked up
an Amazon package
on his stoop
as I walked by
a week later
he was beat to a pulp

Deceased in the basement
by a guy
with a face
that looked like
a decent looking insect
dying is underrated
annihilation
is essentially reflexive

I was elated
at the baseless
allegation
every day
I pray
to remain
the politest
chucking spears
like Leonidas
at middle aged men
making moronic threats

My sobriety’s
Ben Simmons on the Nets
I’m embarrassing myself
in public
it’s the best
rusty trombone
phone home
nothing’s of interest to me
there’s an indivisibility
to perceiving a fucking tree


04. An Empty Pint of Yuengling

Even Cheryl eventually
threaded more eyebrow
than appropriate
leaving me
practically bare boned
in brow
despite default
caterpillar contours

Questioning if the light skinned lady
guzzling a creamy espresso martini
was actually dating
the old East Asian man
or if he was only making
motel donations

Meanwhile the big bearded bartender
with the lower level
central tooth gap
seems to dap
every fucking body but me
is it possible
he recalls my exposed
bracciole and balls
from his previous bar fuck it

The empty pint of Yuengling
looked like it was having
a seizure on the cement
in the wind on Fricker
there’s an architecture
to walking drunk alone
in the dark
sometimes I dabble
in gin after dinner

Analyzing arguably asinine signs
in Dallas Cowboy games
broadcast on solitary Sunday afternoons
I no longer take
what’s figurative
as anything more
something assumed


05. The Home of US Government Propaganda

Tethered to an uninterrogated subjectivity
we bicker about one drop rules
and data dumps of public policy fat tails
fuck you

The Bill of Rights
is junk email
I check my gmail
like I’m the fucking algorithm
when analyzing such and such
within the prism of what the fuck
seventy percent of NGOs
concluded many males
often pay bucks for cunts

Not to get political
but a wise man once told me
the only good politician
is a dead politician
decapitated Palestinian children
keep playing the victim

While Millennial US Senators
listen to Limp Bizkit
with limp wrist kids
who enjoy getting fisted
until making a modicum of sense
is blacklisted

Voluntarily shoving
US government propaganda
up my own ass
mentioning dollar denominated crude oil trades
is considered a touch crass
I caught a shitty sea bass
on my Uncle’s boat
and tossed it back


06. On Incongruities & Recollection as Fabrication

Recollection of minutia as fabrication
on my way to drink my face off
at Needle I bought The Novelist: A Novel
at Symposium the cashier was
not the nicest I’d encountered

Every center of gravity
is the single center
that’s ever existed
there are in fact infinite centers
I pondered this
sitting silently on a tall roof
assisted by my so-called sensory organs

It’s no longer the case
things have morphed
to the extent that people
have no actual work to complete
which is maybe why the podcast industry
is on the rise
with such impressive growth rates
and they’re all sublime

The nationalism of the Romiosini
was corrupted
Romanides
should have gone further east
to find himself
drinking scotch my glass reads
‘girlfriend’ scratch that ‘fiancée’

I try to achieve honesty
with myself every three days
perusing Rubmaps
with the royal nonchalance
of a British prince
when unevenness
is evinced
that’s just a ripple of triplicity


07. Courting Caroline Ellison

Actually Giordano
could have succumb to
a devilish little trick
his own damn self
is he burning in flames of folly
I’m tossing syllables onto a blockchain
with the ex-boo
of Sam Bankman-Fried

Rereading Noah’s nine hundred fifty year
five paragraph creeds
are they drowning in the flames
of an immanent plane
that extends into the jurisdiction
of the Kingdom of Heaven?

Troubled souls are telling us
‘Timing is everything’
but they only call
at the absolutely most inopportune times
you ask yourself if it’s possible
you’ve become morally outraged
in illogical ways

Just maybe about matters
which have jackshit to do with you?
wearing five dollar
Foot Locker
tees
I tossed Dave Yurman rings
into the bottom
of the Atlantic Ocean
or actually
it could have been just the box

But maybe the relevancy
is out of stock
timing is everything
no waiting
is a logical impossibility
since Biblical eras
people posted up
til last call
and only received chlamydia


08. Drinking Blended Scotch Out of Measuring Cups

Imbibing blended scotch
out of measuring cups
filled up with ice
on a quaint Saturday night
The Social bartender
although polite
deep down definitely
held a ruthless vendetta
against me

Remembering
a comment I made months ago
correctly critiquing
her slow Corona Light service
she’s now superfluously
charged me seventeen and a half bucks
per glass of Mezcal

Faces contorted
frozen in time
I chugged the cup of agave
helpless but at the same time
it seems so antiquated
investing in things
like depression and elation

If you can’t annihilate yourself
in the midst of Mineral Spring
what can you do
Rocco’s bar’s girth
got extended
the cul de sac streams
with lovely ducks
got a cement redo
the tailor’s building
is now a gas pump

The Syrian’s spot's
gone too
I spit on the terrible white truck
after doubling back
to spit on the white truck
in two decades
we’ll remain the exact same age
the loogie on the windshield
was just an illusion of change


09. I (Heart) BJ in the Singular Tense

A young Korean female
is wearing an ‘I (Heart) BJ’
white tee
in the singular tense
while waiting
at the Broad Street bus stop
whatever the idiocy of your youth

It’s indubitably true
that eventually it becomes
something soporific
and increasingly idiotic
as time passes
ruthlessly asking
attendants for top shelf liquor

Then quickly flickering
into states of existential shock
at the opulent bills
received
insects with telepathy
hypothetically
could control the cosmos
we’d have no science
to prove it untrue

They tried to impolitely poop
on my aura
probably unaware
of their actual bowels
I had to head a different direction
we used to obsess
over revenge

Press necks against walls
certain substances suggest
you could evade the Unseen
you might think you see a demon
but perhaps it’s just
a generous gift?


10. Juicy Couture in the Courtyard

Emerging from the condo
sun baking
a white crackhead
is naked
pulling up her Juicy Couture sweats
in my fucking courtyard
I carry a black trash bag
glancing at her pasty asscrack

She stares blankly back
as I toss trash
into a rat filled navy blue dumpster
Staten Island’s shaped
like the Peloponnese
I enjoy vaginal cavities
when they’re wet and they’re greased—

On shrooms
I find I’m often in tune
with herbs and plants
shit hit when I exited
to amble toward Cranston Street
dark skies fold origami-esque
the tinnitus of June
was architectural I guess

Why would you want to be in control
when you could instead be
out of control
‘time to come’ isn’t always linear
‘raised from’ isn’t necessarily literal
We could consider memories
recurring concurrently
with current events
Sunday seems different during the day
sitting in utter silence at the bar


11. The Mentally Different Cannot Be Modern: Suite 1

Tiny spoon
shitty coke at the COVID country club
wedding whoops
the architecture of trauma
the inanity of recollection
I can smell my own cologne

Disappearing is conceptually presumptuous
no continue to attempt this
you haven’t achieved
a modicum of honesty yet
the shit you forgot
is hugging you like a shark jaw

Your head is still in a sink filled up
with water it’s often the case
that intrinsic in the solution
is annihilation
and that’s okay too
this dive bar is just a portal

This world is an illusion
a reflection
something existing
as a conception
I’m the day in the night
the night in the day
I never learned to pray
until I discovered recollection!

What you see in dream
is the only real thing
a guy who looked like
Burt Young bent down
on Broadway and picked up
ostensibly a dropped coin yesterday


12. The Mentally Different Cannot Be Modern: Suite 2

Two receipts
for twenty four eighty four
to the penny
back to back
I was slightly surprised
Cambodians with breast milk
communicate through bar tabs

Just to remind you
your life is a lie
I’m a walking apology
suck my dick
my granddad lost the lottery
the United States government
honors the words of pieces of shit

To prosecute ambiguous cases
against respectable men
tell the right lie
and you might just tell the truth
read the income statements
of enough shell companies
you might find a reason to remain aloof

Chug a double espresso
and pop a shroom
before patronizing the Dominican shisha establishment
Ray gave Matthew twenty bucks
on Broad it made his night
I was glad to see it

I enjoyed the company of BBWs
before it trended
you have to stay ahead
of the curve
no pun intended
because you can’t discuss with anyone
the images that remain
ice cold frozen in your mind


13. The Mentally Different Cannot Be Modern: Suite 3

I’m a new beginning
with a prewritten
suicide note
asking God for forgiveness
only to be told
I’m an inimitable extension
of what I can’t compute

Truthfully I’m nothing
if not basically
straightforward
in nature
an old lady
wearing a navy
blue political tee
inebriate-ly
confuses me
for some shitty son
she claims she has

Being flagged and informed
of body hair fetishes
for body hair awareness month
despite believing in some
indivisible Oneness
I can’t comprehend rudimentary
social cues I’ve heard

It’s almost like I
emerged from a parallel universe—
‘The organism is the first fallacy’
I recite imbibing my own beauty
in a full body mirror

I’m trapped in an infinite illusion
and things have never been clearer!—
I’ve finally become incomprehensible
to myself
and I find it swell
at a Clarks-Bostonian retail outlet
I discovered Hell


14. The Mentally Different Cannot Be Modern: Suite 4

Bartenders at Muldowney’s
understandably claim
you could’ve been present
on a plane
on Nine Eleven
reprehensible images of youth

That can only be overridden
- by fresh regrets
a form of hell that
I accept
partially agreeing with Imams
texting Wordles to my mom

Multinational procurement anal probes
fund pre-revenue record labels
slightly unstable
there’s no statute of limitations
on oppressive shame

Perception is nothing
beyond assigning names
discriminating in taste
between artisanal Mezcals
like a complete cunt two
genders of cock
the one and the many
it’s opulent fun

A half cup of white rice
and green peas
with fresh lemon
and cold pressed
olive oil
failed to absorb my nine mezcals
I gave a nice black girl
eight bucks walking home
she claimed she’d fuck
for the twenty
but I respectively passed


15. The Mentally Different Cannot Be Modern: Suite 3

Feelings come from
gain of function labs
gleefully disassembling yourself
over a subtle pack
of American Spirits
are you just a little ridiculous?—

Indulging in animalistic shit
or is it that the intellect
is ultimately always bereft—
hold up the Caucasian chick
looks like Wyclef

And she’s got a cigarette
and a sincere compliment
while others present
a left hook and an honest guess
you should always introduce yourself
as a Roulette wheel

Everything you feel
comes from a gain of function laboratory
everything’s an excuse
for a ceremony
or a photo op or a food co-op

Or an allegory—
we genuinely claimed
to not recall our names
when the shitty parking lot cop
called the city cops
he’s got a heart of slop
I wish him the best
in his endeavors


16. My Oil Paintings

You said something deep
and no one gave a shit
my oil paintings looked like
cunt
fucked up
at the Greek fest
who said buying
a subsequent bottle of Retsina
is ill-advised?

I’m ninety nine percent
Pine Sol
this is ritualistic
writing erotic poems
for Russian whores
and signing my name
χριστός ανέστη
you can drown
in a glass of water

Philosophy still can’t save us
people no longer
chew wrapped
pieces of gum
no the industry
has transitioned to free floating
mini buckets of gumballs

How can I possibly concentrate
on nuclear holocausts
with all these big bad
booty bitches around
the mountain has better ears
for bullshit
I’ve never been a fan
of camping
I’ve always found things
somewhat preposterous
I suppose
two hookahs
twist the little knob
there you go
I apologize for forgetting
the meaning of cuando

Put some clothes on
for Christ sake
before you ball your eyes out
I never lied about
wanting to kill myself
if anything the opposite!
mountains have better ears
for bullshit

Trees—
some of them are old as fuck
that’s why we built cities
our fictions play better
surrounded by buildings
a Burmese python
ate a forty four year old
woman alive

It’s just like a snug little
sleeping bag
who doesn’t like to take
a little nap
four or five milligrams
of melatonin
why would you lie
about wanting to drive yourself
into a tree?


17. Parallel Universes / Fun-Sized Bags of Doritos

Walking down South Street
witnessing a few chubby goth adults
nibbling on handfuls of potato chips
from disparate fun size bags
I had an odd feeling
I was entering
a parallel universe or something

She told me with tears
visible on her cheeks
that sometimes she wished
she’d get hit by a bus
I said ‘Sometimes
I feel sad too’

Socrates only laid down
with an adolescent Alcibiades
He never fucked him in his asshole
that’s why Alcibiades
was still in love with him years later
you know
there are signs in things

Socrates never wrote shit down
Muhammed was illiterate
why the fuck are you enrolling
in an MFA program
in the coastal United States?
memory is a stain
on my being
it takes a different form every other day

She told me with visible tears
streaming down her beautiful face
that at times
she hoped
she’d get hit by a bus
to which I retorted
‘Sometimes I feel sad too.’

What really happened in that bed
with those two
these are philosophical questions
relativism only emerges
after a certain axiom coagulates


18. Thinking About Architecture

Thinking about architecture
about the necessity of chance
on a Nickanee’s patio
with a group of people adjacent

Adjacent and discussing Chinese food
in a manner that strikes you
as the talk of pure imbeciles
that like if chance is necessary?

And it has to be necessary
otherwise everything would become
irreparably fixed
but if it’s in fact
necessary
then it’s also in a sense
fixed essentially
being a necessity?—
puzzling!

There’s a little triangle
tattooed on a pinky finger
there’s no individual ecstasy
in architecture
only during periods
of intense collectivism
at any given time it’s difficult

It’s challenging
to quantify the amount
of conversing occurring
on the planet
that’s architecture in a sense
guy with a hook nose
intensely biting his fingernails
as upper middle class whites
watch in awe

As other upper middle class whites
recreate a modal jazz
that was cutting edge
in nineteen sixty five
on Elmwood Avenue you recall images

Which informs your decision making
in material ways
recollected images
are animated
and in turn falsified
solely in your mind

Which exists in a location
that you can’t quite place
at the time as you cross
a windy Washington Street bridge
a figure of this or that proportion
is constructed in your memory

What we call your memory
currently we’ll call it your memory
to move out of the realm
of seminal attraction
into one of pure representation


19. The Gumballs of Pseudo-Dionysios

Lights flicker numerically
like CPA firms
Neoplatonism was a corrective
on the integrity
of infinite numbers
Sufism a corrective
on the rationalism
of the concept One

I feel more in tune with God
when I vehemently condemn photography
at a bar
where no one gives a shit
every situation is set
in a unique context
in what we perceive as time

A curiously significant shift
seemed to occur in the repetition
of the smile
addicted to dying a thousand deaths
with that said
hold the red onion
on the gyro
I’m fresh out of gumballs

Sent to remedial English
simply because we questioned
the nature of signifying pronouns
but we never got offended
at it sans repetition
you can’t get back to sleep sometimes

‘If the whole ocean
were ink for writing the words of’—
sans repetition sometimes
I can’t get back to sleep
mirrors are now placed regularly
in households and automobiles


20. Slightly Inebriated On A Friday Evening

I felt a sudden sense
of the whole accelerated
heart beat thing you know?—
an Elvis impersonator
playing his guitar
with a perspicacity
that was just a delight to behold

The notion of this oneness
as indivisible in essence
is only truly comprehended
in states of extreme intoxication
get drunk by yourself
and you may apprehend it

The bartender at Figidini’s
explained how to order a pizza
I considered replying
something to the effect of
‘Go fuck yourself’
but instead thanked him
for the extremely generous insight!

Only in states of isolated intoxication
isolation that’s only possible
in densely populated areas
the desert is a misunderstanding
of solitude I think

It assumes that people exist
which is an unproven presumption
of our social fabric
to some extent
so-called population
centers of shit piss and semen
it’s really just a mirror

It’s not technically an offspring
not in the way that you’re thinking
to overcome this um
seminal state
this theoretical
amplified seminal state
as an overcoming
of some implied European self


21. Older Lady with the Look of Pure Death in Her Eyes

Pepperonis discriminated
by Bib at the bar
marble counterwork
with the homosexual
Chinese quaff
(managerial)
Michelle said to just
shoot the double shot
correctly

Mirrors looped
into incoherence
another Friday night
sat at a bar
thinking about oneness
typing to yourself
that you’re thinking about oneness

Tiny Bar wasn’t quite as cunty
the second time
you went there
blonde platinum
Nordic telepathy
dreams in technicolor
doppelgangers of gaze

Thinking about God
as the precise
indivisibility of this Oneness
we’re still typing
all of this shit down
as we’re thinking it
I may not actually comprehend
the origin of so-called feelings

This notion of being emotionally
damaged seems intriguing
the shattered self assumes
once again
let’s not forget this
that people actually exist!

Which we’ve previously deemed
somewhat presumptuous
you talked to the lady
with the look of death
in her eyes
playing pool
in the black skinny jeans
her name is Ellen
she’s seventy-one years young


22. Multitudinous Feminine Entities

A sort of nonlinear seminal yearning
Madden Ninety Three dream
but the opposing team
is a multitudinous feminine entity
abutting orgasm
as the Detroit Lions

A tale of two Pearl Streets
concrete ear plugs
in old Earth soil
a Third Reich-era Nazi
said Sufis
don’t get fucked up
should we consider this
a reputable source claim?

Siberian Russians
speaking broken demotic Greek
pale-faced disgusted
sitting at the Chili’s bar
TV screens every three feet
chugged sixteen ounces
of Dos Equis Amber
muttering something
about sucking my penis

Thought about jumping off
the roof at eight fifty eight PM
I remain ambivalent about
grain carbohydrates
pondering the social dynamic
between Latin busboys
and Trans bartenders

But in a totally gender-neutral
type of way
treat ideas
the same way
seasoned exotic dancers
maneuver impressionable men
of all ages
molding manifold fictional worlds
until it’s extinguished

Until we no longer know
what’s true and what’s false
until veracity and falsity
became totally subservient
to a sort of nonlinear seminal yearning—
until the icon collapses


23. Guys From Chicago Who Don’t Exist

Discrete units
repeating themselves
you had a dream
about a guy named Nate Bonleo
from Chicago
a peculiar figure
from out of town
the name has no hits
in any search engine

Something impalpable
in the language
something a Hellenized Islamic scholar
might attempt
to explain velocity ergo legato
spatial inquiries
into syllabic distances

This is a five paragraph essay
I wrote an extended gaze
into the human form itself
can manifest divine revelations
Shahidbazi
tell the bitch
to pull the panties off

Those are one dollar bills
in your hand
dialogue heard
in the so-called mind
phrases generated
in some sort of involuntary process
Gabriel what does voluntary
mean exactly?


24. Sugar Free Soju At Fernandez Liquors

The word tartuffery
comes to mind
we sat on the roof
of Pearl Street
and drank Soju
out of an emptied
Ginger Ale bottle
and asked ourselves
‘What can a poem express?’

‘What exactly can
a poem express’
the word tartuffery
comes to mind
Gabriel in the cave
I can relate
a musical mode no—
the sound of the fucking human voice

You asked yourself
what can a poem express
getting drunk by yourself
on the roof of Pearl Street
drinking Soju
out of an emptied
Ginger Ale bottle

We’re not necessarily
in the Thirteenth Century
Asia Minor
one could argue
we’re in Twenty First Century
America
it seems a lot has changed
in eight hundred years

Everywhere I look I see
fucking morons scrolling
through feeds
scrolling through bullshit
and I’m doing the same shit
this is art
but it’s also
an indivisibility of Oneness

Pre-algorithm the feed disseminates
this indivisibility
an extreme compression
of time the word tartuffery
comes to mind
the utter dissolution of memory


25. Ill-Advised High Fades

GFK tenor
the summer months
are no time for cum bibs
Nubian co-eds
speaking foreign melodies
thru high vol airpods
on the Bridgeport Amtrak
the hair product
lingered for the next four stops

Abutting pissy
on the HOA call
magenta fat faced
legal representatives
with tight high fades
we find follicly inspiring
perhaps to my own detriment
gradual extinction
of the semicolon

Meteors don’t extinguish species
they disappear into a collective unconscious
of their own volition
I was in a cloud—
descend to vertical lip stubble

Give her space
when she needs it
words replacing tones
five letters for λογος
adroitly fear
scriptural allusions
you’re the mirror
in which He sees his names


26. The Median Lifespan of Bananas Is Insufficient

I detest the median lifespan
of bananas
annihilation has always
been the ultimate end-game
you write things
you arrange words
but there can only be
the one thing

The one thing
contains multiplicities
but remains fundamentally
somehow unaltered
as one annihilation
is the only end-game
and there’s really nothing
objectionable about it

We love insemination
of near-strangers
getting our toes painted
Nintendo Switch Online
getting fucked up
three times per week
what’s so bad about
returning to the one thing

Language fundamentally
must precede mathematics
you think lying in bed
repeating four words
over and over in the hopes
that the memories will cease

We must name the number two!—
we must imagine two things
distinct from one another
to begin to construct
this name without the name
sans the image

How would two and two
become four!?—
it simply wouldn’t
is the only conclusion
available to us although
mathematicians would
certainly scoff heartily!


27. Nuclear Families & Rainforests

In the abandoned
parking lot on Battey
the infinite fails to care
about the eventual implosion
of our solar system
there’s a reason
Parmenides wrote poems

Michael has one tooth
and pays nine hundred
eighty five dollars
per month
to live in a basement
in Warwick
and enjoys
the company of girls with glasses

He loves them with glasses
and only considers redheads
to be true redheads
if they’re white redheads
which I personally found sensible!

I found this notion
that people of color
with red hair
aren’t quite authentic redheads
in the colloquial sense
of the phrase
to be the sole logical conclusion
one could draw
regarding the nature of redheads

It’s simply what we can’t conceive
it’s our conception of this extension
of this one thing
that seems so inconceivable people
spend their days
talking about nuclear families
and rainforests

The nature of the infinite
is in no way similar
to simply shaving gyro meat
off a giant slow roasting kebab
vomiting up the dairy free
Ben and Jerry’s
cookies and cream smoothie


28. Basically Repulsed (In Every Detail)

Eating ten dollar per pound
salted pepitas
over my kitchen sink
I considered
that distinguishing discrete items
in space
is a form of
doubt in itself

Shove a Corona Premier
up your butt
and do a handstand
you could possibly
get a following on YouTube
a guy you’d never met alleged
that Brett Smiley
is a disingenuous cocksucker

You took his word as gospel
and didn’t think twice
about it despite knowing neither
this person or any of the intricacies
of the municipality’s politics

We recalled that Timothy
had fairly plump breasts
prior to disappearing
I personally wish him all the best in absentia

Spanish girl
tossing Reposado
into her body
like raised ranches
sinking into the Earth
in the midst of acute Richter scale events
a random carousel
seemed psilocybin-adjacent

‘He could never
come to terms
with being born into a world
that basically repulsed him
in every detail
from the very beginning.’

Around the year two thousand nine
the notion
that I was an individuated
piece of fate
became more or less
nonsensical to me
which caused a certain type
of implosion for a period of time