isolation

Lee Edelman,

Be damned, I’m goingOn myDeathDrive. —- Mid-westMid-best You wereThe seasonsI hadn’tAccountedFor loving. My springsAnd mySummers. —- You are myroasted Corncobs & spicedElephant Ears, Who,Left toYour ownDevice, RefusedTo Forget WhatTheyHerd.