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The Rodent in the Rectified Spirit
I am sitting here,
wondering if the world
has finally decided
to give up its membership
to the 20th century,
the way a man
might decide
to stop paying
for a gym
he...
The National Fan
In the cold corner
of the room
a fan hums
with a stiff,
self-styled pride,
tilting slightly
to the left,
then the right,
performing
a mechanical neck-snap
of high diplomacy
as if it has a...
No Longer A Kingdom Of One
I was watching
the old stallion
out past the fence,
the one whose coat
has the matte finish
of a chalkboard
left out in the rain.
He was down
in the tall...
Against The Machine
He says he is fighting AI.
Says it loudly.
Usually online.
He means the new kind—
the kind with opinions,
the kind that finishes sentences
before he finishes being angry.
He...
Don’t Call Me Home Now
Mother, please,
don’t call me home now.
The game is just starting,
and I have spent my whole life in the tunnel.
I am almost at the field.
I...
