Peripheral
Sometimes I feel like I should write
more like I talk, that I should rig the print
in such a way that you might hear my voice,
a conjurer of conversations, but let me tell
you here and now, this is impossible. You
are witnessing failure as it unravels before
you. Your brain does all the work while
reality suffers in kind. I present to you
a lightning bug, aka, a firefly.
As I do this, do I not sound like
a sideshow barker? Making shit up
just to get your attention? The firefly
is peripheral. Let me say it again:
The firefly is peripheral.