part I
talking with my historian is
throwing up at the art museum
descending a staircase nude
emerging from a well
to shame mankind
an earthly garden of delights
i’ve never carved anything
from marble or a rougher stone
my sense of permanence
was learned from bad tattoos
armenian funerals and
chipped front teeth
we need a new lesson
be Explicit! Expand!
Explode.
be the bulk section of the grocery store
a million little pieces of whatever
ancient grain is fashionable
those grains know
what permanence feels like
they have been around
longer than we have