A brief history of holes
        after Charles Pennequin

Most people I know show some signs of austerity.
The state all around us is pounding.

The cousin of protection is protest, but
we've abandoned all that.

We're plumb crazy in our house.
We think nothing of it:

The resting point of every focal point
has been hard coded to our frontal lobes.

We've been assigned a number by proxy.
We've become sorted or sordid, I can't quite tell.

Meanwhile, we enforce our cuts. We deep-force them.
And so the cousin of worry is, well, worry.

Let's fantasy our final embraces.
In order to really open up,

one must first make an incision.
I keep wanting to cut to the chase scene.

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from Parallel Resting Places
Parlor Press
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