If You Had Known a Thing About a Thing

You want your narrative to flow

and yet sustain the sort of kinky

shadowed jagged interest

of a secret pornographic fantasy –

the one you’d have to write and draw

because nobody else could know

your brands of stop and go and hot.

Everybody’s in an unrelated spot.

So here you sit among your friends

whose mute collective consciousness

now bends, now straightens out,

now sinks, now rises, now surprises

with a coalescence none of you quite

see or sense. But somehow it feels

right. If you had known a thing

about a thing, you’d think it might.





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