Dialogue on media and money
        for Immanuel Kant

Me and the landlord across the ta ble in the toxic kitchen
when I thought I would be out on the street with my daughter,

him laughing, we are here now, not alone,
this is how you are not alone.

Finally, this sense between us,
perfectly communicable, entirely illuminated.

This house prevents singularity, he said.
Once you become media, you are never alone.

Me and him across the table
when I thought I would be out on the street,

him laughing at me, here we are together,
this is how you get to be not alone.

A structure for the singular body, I thought,
a crib, a coffin, a visible interval in appearances.

Here on the table: a sense between us
and no way ou t of making it.

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Copyright © 2019 Anne Lesley Selcer All rights reserved
from Sun Cycle
Cleveland State University Poetry Center
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