Metanarrative: Platonic Forms
Let us agree on traffic lights and liquor; punishment
above all else. The edible. Coquettish
Spring. The genitalia of both sexes reified in art
and fire. I took the alphabet out
again to begin this: annotate, annotate.
We say that “it” is “lost”
in the translation; I can eat
glass and it doesn’t hurt me.
A grievance supplies its succor, ibid.
Posted 04/26/09
published in Parcel, Issue Three. July 2008.