The Real Subject [Whir]
Do not alarm yourself, I could not rest content with moral lectures and continual repetition like the solar system, I could not hold my head up, made endlessly to glow destined for grand ceremonies, I was much affected by finding myself so thin and so worn down (we use theory to mean it is possible to choose, e.g., why I am just the size I am) a million million, a cool and mortifying manner — what governs motions
Copyright © 2004 Keith Waldrop. From The Real Subject: Queries and Conjectures of Jacob Delafon: With Sample Poems. Reprinted with permission of Omnidawn.