for chris brennan


even publishing weft poem in the

contretemps of undergrad: not



(unimpressed you reflecting on nixon

as minister, token-ring metaphor for

dying, farrago of your nimble hands


unimpressed to kiss one clucky alsakan

mineral exploration company

on the lips, thinking tame animals,

viscera, the magnitude & whatever


unimpressed by spice girls quasi-

nkotb reunions – belated hugs post

the post-office encounter, unimpressed)


then defining ‘horsey set’ online we

nebulise, form a preppy junta: ǝןıɯs