A System Pamphlet (With Illustration of How They Hide)

Believe the budding appetite, bell curving

the pit of netted flesh. It is the point

of shortage, how we are most

piqued as hopeful examiners. No

regrets varnish linings then,

we are not hungry but we are

not not hungry. Let’s you & I busily

doff every single dust jacket encountered,

undercover agents calling & called

into question. Normally we bruise easily, are livid.

Meanwhile a ghost prepares in the kitchen.

We pace the blueprinted grounds, familiar,

instinctually wrecking-ball ankled. Witness:

our ravenous summary. Do they even know

about fame & rumor, the flattened recognized

ones who cover their values, arms x-ed to knees.