photo taken at the beach of a frothy swirl of greenish seawater over beige-brownish sand

if the (un)father(ing) flew
a pulpy, creamy poem
to feather they were not
a man, what then would

i eat for dessert?

being care-
ful of the spikes —
and mind-
ful of the blast radius —

a durian

released by my small hands,
to share between my friends.
frozen, blended custard; topped
with darkness (chocolate) crackling.


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Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.)

nor
for you wishing (boulomai)
to be unnoticed (lanthanein) by others
(is it) similarly (homoios)
powerful (dunatos)

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οὔτε σοὶ βουλομένῳ τοὺς ἄλλους λανθάνειν ὁμοίως δυνατόν

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feet