the aesthetics/of my poetics (subject to unceasing changes)

 

love despite the world’s negations/love as a way of staying here

 

here are my flaws, my imperfections

 

food is more than nutrients/food comes from a land

 

an item, held enough, is more than just a noun

 

I am sometimes angry sometimes many characters

 

nakedness is best/and sexiness/and salt

 

there is a music of adornment

 

words inspired by their sound is not a way of cheating

 

honey       apricot      brisket       subterfuge       caramel       kettle       perhaps

 

the city is an interstitial space

 

a poem is a present

 

a poem as a way of hitting on

 

a poem as a piece of evidence

 

if I could sing, I will