I was seated in a clean, high-tech restaurant very different from Saigon, the Vietnamese restaurant two floors beneath my loft on Grand Street. … Bare white walls instead of painted palm fronds, pink linen tablecloths with laundry creases. The waiter handed me a long stiff folded white menu printed with

XX.do you see the bird cross the path the rainbow on the cup the chainsaw behind the curtain the thin boy the screw perilous bridge the leaping heart the choice of many the flare of absolute conviction the style of noone but yourself the slouching police the distracted mother

Old gods do die, and new gods do appear. — Under Tiberius, Nick Tosches, 2015, p. 34 I delivered my words with poetic grace and force, a single line in the dactylic hexameter of Homer, ending with an ancipital foot … It was … the rhythm and not the meaning of these simple

XIX.Karen says Old History NowI only care about the present well three thingsat this timein this lightwe can sayin Deleuze on Foucault places things in reverse orderfriends dowe can say one can say it is said at this time to say on the limitof the sayableand in light of

XVIII.the tongue coils across the beach you can see its patterncan you 17 thousand bucks just to put the two pipes togetherlicks insiderim of the bay and at another juncture the tongue curls around can you do it like thisyou can scream if you want tobut you cannot change

XVII.What about the days we choose to liveLima’s words The idea of destiny is a phrase that saysthey are coming to get usit is completed by anothergo out to meet themin Gamboa shadows lighting fires in cavesor is it Bolaño againlost imagespoems anda lump smellsrecoil we do know