Shake the box and the contents will tend
towards nonsense, likely a sort you’ve seen
before but no less charming for all their quaint
pastel catastrophizing and cornered
exhortations of hunger for a polished significance.
If gravity didn’t exist it would
be necessary to invent it. I’m doubtful
that necessity exists as anything but an illusion.
I winter in justification and summer in testimony,
an evolution audible in the tremendous ripping
apart of some dangerously complacent attitudes.
Like: maybe I’ll have a child just to prove I’m not one.
Like: and now for my carefully practiced hearse face.
Jeremy Hoevenaar will be performing his work at WORMS on November 23.