remembering; and with the aid of; ventilation; and production; the poem
must balance; this risk; a tablet; peak plasma; the first alphabet;
with the clinical need; finger-sized; it makes sense; the fingers;
were the first; to make sense; this risk; 31 letters; the flower-visiting species;
as opposed to; dung-feeding; the terminal phase; and the;
distribution phase; never; in my life; the relationship; logarithmic;
propriate or; propion; to make sense; this risk; and the;
as opposed to; had i imagined; that’s business; he was as soft as;
bill nodded; his neck trembling; a tablet; peak plasma; 31 letters;
throwing my body; the flower-visiting species; with the clinical need;
in front of; and with the aid of; that's business; the distribution phase;
and the; on-coming; volunteers; reflected; in the moment of; the fingers
the first alphabet; peak plasma; bill nodded; pooled analyses; in my life;
this risk; the fingers; reappropriated; his neck trembling; numb
Copyright @ 2014 by Christian Hawkey. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-a-Day on July 17, 2014.
“The poem is the third in a cycle of poems, titled Ships of Theseus (recently published as a chapbook by Dikembe Press), which uses the principle of tuplets in dubstep rhythms as a method of selection/composition. My language sources were the ‘highlights of prescribing information’ that accompany various SSRIs, The Physiology of Insect Senses, by V.G. Dethier (1963), and Brain Guy, a 1950s pulp detective novel by Benjamin Appel.”
—Christian Hawkey