Groan, Shriek, Quake, Giggle, Gurgle, Stare

1. Can’t stop thinking about dinner Saturday night past and my interaction with my not-blood sister-in-law, a poster child for upperest middle-class privileged Democrat invested in the game
2. – I wrote that part Wednesday morning I’m typing now Wednesday night – when I typed in the morning I didn’t think about N-B S-I-L weirdass mention of Madelyn Albright as a personal hero in our conversations, her smacked expression when I called Albright the war criminal she is and now (by grace of Blessed Serendipity) was (for this poem’s sake) (worth it)
3. I said as a peace offering, you cannot be a United States Secretary of State and not be a war criminal, but that didn’t help
4. I saw Albright on campus within the past two months, and the loyalty she inspired in her colleagues and students tells you all you need to know about the curriculum of this Shitlord World Domination Wargame Training Facility, wait til you meet the grad students and faculty of government, business, and economics
5. I did not say anything when N-B S-I-L (I do have a blood sister-in-law, she’s nice, she and L make each other laugh) tried to Hillary-bait me, I was busy not biting on brother-in-law's baiting me with Steve Miller Band songs
6. Hilltop killed its mask mandate, don’t think it’s related to Madelyn Albright’s death, just asking, I wear my mask for people who want me to wear my mask as well as me
7. half Hilltop happily unmasked, seeing the lower half of a face I’ve seen half hidden for two year I think fuck
8. Do I look like an almost but not me to you too? do you forget my name for a second when you see my mouth for the first time in two years?
9. This is true, the copy-pasting magic of wordpress over, new bloggerfart, what? deffjump is taken?

deffjump: I have not checked to see if Jeffdump is available or if deffgeoump neither
Airborne Toxic Events!
If I create another space than pOj hit me with a digital shovel
Airborne Event Playlists
if I abandon pOj I'd never forgive myself So no! I will not pay for deffjump dot com, google
Crackers conflicted over Star Trek!
MACRO/MICRO				IFIYGD, drum your helmet, moose-horn your hands from your ears
Date and time over-under when Manchin or Sinema first raise doubts about Jackson:
Starting for USMNT versus Mexico tonight:				Fuckme; Fuckme, Fuckme, Fuckme; Fuckme Fuckme; Fuckme, Fuckme, Fuckme; Fuckme; False Nine; Fuckme
I prefer his death to his retirement, neither will happen
Lydia Davis interview				Poetry & digital personhood
They're all knights now, yes? if not dead? the ancient pythons? Even I only read the box-score of pOj
On the new Destroyer: "Listening to Labyrinthitis feels like how it might feel to be a Thomas Pynchon character: journeying circuitously toward a goal you can’t quite apprehend, accosted by signs and symbols that may be of world-historical importance if they don’t turn out to be nonsense, haunted and comforted by the intuition that all this could easily be a big joke."
Full album in my bandcamp when I work up (sic) this morning, I can promise you L sick of it by end of next week, laugh, and C, scheduled to visit, will love
Friday morning update 2nd listen 7:55am EDT, holy the fuck
I am utterly stupid for Dan Bejar's music, stupid

"SHE STEPS INTO LA ROUE DE LA FORTUNE MOVIE THEATER"

Sandra Simonds

She steps into La Roue de la Fortune movie theater

off the Jersey Turnpike, buys a ticket,

and so swiftly the waters roll

above her instinctual visions: Plaza, Il Piazzo,

creep of film over the sound of the words

piano, purr, whisper across her neck,

one door opens another,

in the labyrinthine pitch to preserve

order, the expulsion from Eden, the dark

soda up her clear plastic straw, reels

of rodents, popcorn, teenage workers,

acne, blood and circulation turn to ice

inside this mechanized paradise,

where reality meets the sound of gardens

growing past their makers’ dreams,

growing strange and outrageous.

She stops to check her phone

and the phone lights up, Putin, Botox,

Trump, the garden grows outward, up,

to each side, the ghosts are simply

plants who forgot to stop growing;

they groan, shriek, quake, giggle, gurgle,

stare, and point fingers at the living.

I’m glad I’m in love, she thinks.