THE IMMANENT FIELDS (EXCERPT)

A menagerie of sirens announces the morning. A portal coaxes from across the pond. At the party I describe seeing my own heart on the monitor as an aesthetic-religious experience and am met with an incredulity that borders on violence. Debt descends upon the garden. Music misses its other. Each morning I stand at attention to salute the elaborate interstate networks of my youth, soon to be consumed by the sea. An email says eat plantains! An op-ed encourages you to buy a gun. Profits are caught in the drain trap. A crane collapses into hysterics. A mystic chokes to death on a pretzel. What comes next is a more sadistic form of baseball. There is nothing to be done about the inestimable sadness, but at least it’s tomato season. Say what you will about 9/11, but it certainly wasn’t dull.

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from The Immanent Fields–published by New Mundo

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By Michael Martin Shea 👍