of course they don’t tell me what they think of me
i suspect they’d rather force me back into words
though the small round space heater
at the end of august smells like roasted flesh
as we burn them so let us praise them
sacrament intraverbal question slogan cautionary guess
fragment congratulatory stage direction prayer neologism
morality play traffic stop metalepsis analytic chant cliché
echo observation command harmonic encyclical subjunct
whisper synthesis absurdum treaty predicate obstruent
sacrifice excuse myth online profile disjunctive temp-
oral specification indulgence conversation deprecant animatory
protest phatic assumption ornamental a priori
theft