“The way I’ve been living / I can’t hold the middle.”

“THAT WAS NOT A GARGLE.”

“Lockboxing selves, the everyday / apocalypse of property”

“When I was a child I believed / That each flake of snow that fell / Was a wish someone made over candles”

“‘I once knew and now / It’s I who keeps the cables warm.’”

“Lorraine Daston claimed the modern fact / was a thing…”

“The plant plan’s for it / to produce steam power / obfuscatory stacks cap / in place sunk expenditure”

“Who am I to say why her body-forward / stone shape fits so well into a cupped hand / and has lasted thirty-thousand years?”

“Is that the miniature bulge of an island with one eye embedded / or a decapitated face floating along in the middle of the Pacific Ocean?”