from The Unfollowing: 49

A star screen shimmers under the moon over the urban center flashing on it red and green I’ll have a suspension, mustard, topicality, glue Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty Whipped gouache just about covers the situation In the Musée Unless there’s a fallen nest on display empty of an egg once belonging to a song bird, species unknown, which had sung See style, see working late, see mismatched socks, see polyphony It is the fate of logic infinitely to undo closure but that’s just to say that it’s the fate of logic infinitely to be logical So like a man goes into a shop and there’s like this other man in there whom he thinks he recognizes and he says like do I know you The fallen grass in winter sprawls its spring Regulations state that the pier can accommodate no more than one troupe of acrobats, thirty fishermen, or fifty tourists Yo The child never gives up her secret, which—don’t tell—is that she has a secret, and her secret has a penis We will lose another day from the inner picture—days are not ineradicable there What is it that one is autobiographical about