I place a terminal raceme of fragrant, funnel-shaped perianths
beside the mile marker where Orlando flipped his Honda.
I fuck his girlfriend and induce epistaxis in his homeboy.
You asked me to explain the peculiar power of continental literary criticism,
to clarify what I mean by "theory" in the sentence
"To clarify what I mean by theory in the sentence."
The impossibility of referring to the interruption immanent in the referential
Snowfall in North Topeka.
The impossibility of not referring to the immanent interruption.
Real persons, living or dead, resembled coincidentally.
Orlando imbued my body with erotic significance
by beating it with a pistol. Nothing is as metaphysical
as the claim to break from metaphysics. At a party in his honor,
we throw our hands in the air. We wave them like we just don't care.