elegy for reification of the object

the metal object is a vessel for liquid. the plastic object is a vessel for sine waves. the wood object is a vessel for a metal object, which is in turn a vessel for bone. 


now i am writing this narrative. now i watch the adipose tissue expand with every passing day. it’s true that you can write a poem to be embedded in bacteria; but do you know what the bacteria is writing to be embedded in you?

when is it necessary to write a poem expressing grief or pain? when do we align ourselves with quietude? is our pain obscene?

 to what vessels do we owe our comfort? to what vessels do we turn? 

hush—no more talk of rupture.

shhh. Listen.