Mrs. Briggs's Porcelain Logic


It is 1 AM and I am
on the toilet, reading Tao Lin poetry
when I should be looking up centrosymmetric curves

but I think it's useless because you study philosophy
and I barely scrape the surface of psychology

you understand the world
and I don't even know
the inside of my own hair

I don't know

what makes
follicles
or
black holes
or
coffee grounds
but I know one day the universe will implode
and become holistic

I know that you will be dust
and I will be the gravity
surrounding

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