A t A R a k ish Angle
for Tim Yu

I’m here to see about this strap riding up under my ribs. I’m saying, urbane head. Shaky with dogma. Burning down a village. One of. Tore it right through the tear. Unrolled it like a wad on my supple spot.

The point is that he has this terrible scar. 'It feels worse than it looks.' The meaty caverns don't just go away. Incisors. Align. Strokes. Dot. It is just that kind of place.

Even with a trowel. Spreading and dressing. Like a sieve. A great spectacle of power and additional assent. Inability to enunciate. A kind of tautology. A definite article. Perfect bound. Glossary and finality cracked and bearing it.