November 20
When a man looks for continuity
he starts with simple things–
radio waves, jibs,
felt-tip markers.He looks for dirty coffee
on cold mornings
and icy banks.He sings the alphabet
in women’s names.Slowly, the fall of humanity
begins to dawn on him
and he sees a way out—through the foam
of modern architecture,
the pixel fury,
the unmiraculous coil
of raw math.