notes for an essay

Prawns hung like small hooks on the edge of crystal. “Geraniums are an eighties flower,” and “dry-hump” turning up in a poem, then edited out. Macau as the egg-tart capital of the world, a nice in-folding of Chinese and Portuguese imperialisms. When I say composting is not a metaphor I mean it. It is not a metaphor. Yet when Fred says metaphor is a metaphor you ought to believe it is the truth. I am still in agony over whether your couch is the shade of avocado or honeydew. There is always a temptation to say something more abstract, like “mint julep.” “This is a grammatical rule and states a logical impossibility.” There are many things we could do with the book nearest to us – playful or otherwise – but the question of distance and the problem of equidistance means it will never happen. Swimming to edge of the pool, would you crack your nose or not, and if so, does that change physics forever?