Katy Lederer

That everything's inevitable. That fate is whatever has already happened. The brain, which is an elemental, as sane, as the rest of the processing universe is. In this world, I am the surest thing. Scrunched-up arms, folded legs, lovely destitute eyes. Please insert your spare coins. I am filling them up. Please insert your spare vision, your vigor, your vim. But yet, I am a vatic one. As vatic as the Vatican. In the temper and the tantrum, in the well-kept arboretum I am waiting, like an animal, For poetry.

We did not want to be unblessed, so we were blessed. Long, thin wire, a little patch where we might lay our heads. It was this way, this looking fore and back, a pole held tightly in our hands. You want to tell me what went wrong? Confusing shapes across a wall, depression in the ground. The gorgeous soldiers fought and fell.Hie unto hell. How we will lie in that brave grave apart, our aperture: a heart that has been ruptured absolutely by a passing God.