by Jared White
The Anthropology of Interesting
There are good reasons to feel how you are feeling. Don’t stare into the target
Sneaking up. I’ll split a stick with you. Docent slime. That’s when I started to care.
That’s when I started to like it. If I did the same thing over and over eventually
I would evolve. The iteration of success would take on the numinous clarity of
Real estate. Try walking past the neighbors without being mauled by the dog
And being told it’s your own damn fault for looking funny. Meanwhile the dog
Looks at you with very big very tiny eyes. The pages have fallen out of order.
Their heap is covered with substances that came from the inside of the body,
All this wasted on a single census of prisoners on the lam hiding out next door.
Her name is Victoria and her name is Suzanne and her name is Dominique.
Looking for the actual culprit I train myself to lift off prints with scotch tape,
Paintbrushes and petri dishes. The next time you see me I will bring you gifts.
It’s fashionable to talk like we are partners and parents. How sweet is that?
Is it sweeter than it is sour and how sour and how bitter and how umami?
The wrong diet coke could cause me to kill myself. It’s guaranteed hemlock free
And that’s a promise from god in the church and the gun barrel. Dip it in hummus,
I am never going to feel guilty. The body moldering on a bed inside a pyramid
Squares the circle. This cart is full of slow perishing food, this cart is full of toys
And all along they were stealing carts! You better learn from experience such as
I am tapped by my wide bore finishing tool. It looks made for disrupting beavers
As they dam up the great rivers. They don’t even care about hydroelectric power
While the light from space incinerates the branches. You aren’t home anymore
And every other word you say offends me how you say it. Every other other word
I misconstrue. As I was having a dilemma, the doorbell rang. Invasion of idyllic
Offered competent officers awaiting assignment. How long is a just right beard?
Can you grow one without trying? I bet it could be tested for residue of softness.
How were you living when you were stumbled upon? It was the apotheosis part
Where someone tells you what to do. That’s lightning hurtling toward a fallacy.
Sometimes when you touch them and you look at them they are all grown up.
You’d think a designation of disaster would make it easier. It only makes it easier
To clean. Through bookshelves they passed foodstuffs. Console pitch changed
To rot your teeth, run out the clock, get happy, put a noble animal in the blender
With oil pressed from the fruit of certain exotic trees. More cheaply marketed,
These situations could be mass-produced. Critter finger, our cubicles side by side
In the courtly love tradition one can always condominium. I’m going to stay out of it.
This is between you and matrilineage and patrilineage and fratrilineage and sisters.
I aged out of precocity years ago and now am I no longer in control of the message
If I am in control of the medium. Are there medicines in the breeze that comes in
When you crack a window? I see ghosts of bugs. I smoosh those too. The economy
Is not in free fall. Who knows if I can more mild enough. I spend literally zero time
Parting my hair when I get out of the shower. I don’t get out of much that I get into
But that’s a prettier outfit that I first thought. Just keep it in mind, when I say more
I mean more configurations of ingredients on the box of ingredients, more chunks
Of glass jabbing all over, more green powder, more allegories of schmutz on shirt
Worn to the adoption ceremony, more reasons, more ratios, more lottery tickets
As consolation prizes when the judge says no. I have to stop it with these videos
And horseback riding lessons. What I wanted got reduced to unwanted particles,
Whole ideas for making money into autodidacticism. It was embarrassingly crass,
Billy’s billy goat’s gruff transmogrified into waking the neighbors with vespers,
The fur city rag, the telephone cord’s permanent kink, the slackest sail ever seen.
What I learned in a period of several weeks applied haphazardly to the remainder
And I literally can’t imagine being in the wrong line of work for my temperament.
Under these meteor trajectories I made decent amounts of love so please satellites
You do that little thing. I work better at the kitchen table, coping with distractions.
The New Regime
I wrenched. This in spite of air in the body spaces spinning into a jelly
Or balls. I didn’t get it but there were no conclusions to draw from this
Satisfaction. Certain clothing revealed underneath. And so I removed
To a safe distance and waited for the inevitable implosion predicted
In the science textbook. I wasn’t even waiting all that long but forgot
There was a specific intention and a cry that was this terrible specific
Person sometimes behind various walls posing problems. Sculpted
This then into such exquisite detail. That was when it broke and again
The maniac with fingers among the hairs purportedly in my memoirs
Transformed a moment of defeat from which I report into the reopening
Of the equation. This asked of me a favor was easily accomplished
By total surrender. I had all of these wants which were actual things
Good to want. Even then transferring the deed at the first convenience
To make afresh some impulses. And I had not very much as a given to
Work with. It gave to me these gravid bodily things. Also, some money
I wouldn’t mind. That was the quandary awaiting the arrival of equipage.
Even as technology improved the interface I inspected interstices as if
Here was where I turned into me as could be recognized. Not the vague
This is this is. Which had to be cassava in the encyclopedia of possible
Recipes done the long way. The stereotype of good versions of retirement
Came quickly in the courtyard. Watermelon stains. Slow jogs meaning
How slow. It hurt differently than it used to but not less. Furthermore
There was glamor in spelling. I breathed on the numbers astonishment
Of astonishing things one isn’t going to see again like Rip Van Winkle
Or intemperance. The movement slicked conveniently with a finger in
The guesses up to a knuckle or so until the red skin mottled in the fist
Autobiographically. Underneath these impulses I meant the briquets
Were returning from the flames as people styled fancier than before.
I covered the covers with blankets and then stripped down warranting
Removal from the original location not for warmth but to open wide
Windows as a medieval limit of knowledge given instead to chivalry
Turned ninety degrees stubbed in the center portion brought back to life
By perspectival shifts and an imaginary bird’s eye. The gold was sinking
And the mines were undergoing procedures as if a revelation prescribed
To biopsy the indecision fix but not the most advanced example of like
Planting a beanstalk with what was handy and why is that it wouldn’t
Get along. Petuous. Simply I was attempting to be less than I had been
While the economy raised compelling objections. So quickly. Unreal
Unsustainable. The wind could have had something to do with noises
Of the rearrangement. If only walls worked less convincingly to carry
Porticos, cornices, and trellises to climb when lighter treading water
Could push me up said Romeo. Come a little closer so I can see you
Dangerously blithe. For instance this is what I did today for instance.
The solitaire game was coming to a startling close. It was only a round
Not sufficient filler up. It would conveniently end at the exact time
But when does it happen everyone is born when they want to be doing
The available activities versus a language. The baby cute in features
As in recognizable. The muscle to be stretched not strengthened
And a complementary turn off. Also criminals are younger than me.
I am doing nothing listening to the miles. You can’t say that anymore.