Story cords cut themselves.
Old books promised to reveal
the second half of their secrets
when their pages were
finally cut. Is it useful to
develop the connections
between one person, one
place, once a time? Prepositions
are the nature of the novel, both
in the sense of the new and the long
form narrative. A moment cannot be
said to be new if it is not connected to
previous time spaces. Words not without
letters. Letters not without signatures. Traces
of autonomy built from nervous autonomic
pulses. The pollen and the trees, providing
springs for shocks, the surprise of a cloudy
day at the edge of the desert. Impersonal
poem, thank you for letting me in a
little. I am not a story, but I am told
that I have one.