2 June 2002 | Vol. 2, No. 2

What She Insists On

by DANIEL SUMRALL

Is this a saintly thing to do?

Perhaps I'll restate my assumptions;

though only through language

communion exists, what language

is thought, language is thought.

Entertainment and distraction

are homonyms for the same

word, as yet unpronounced.

Otherwise, I'm merely communicating,

mut(il)ating with regard to or

jacking off to the sound of puppies.

Your (here stray eclecticism) breath

rhythm, Keats, didn't define beauty.

Now is the only thing that's real.