the money printers
showed up

hadn’t seen anyone
for months
maybe everyone
was broke by now

couldn’t know

what kind
of system
is this

our desires
battered
by empty shelves

these are the people
who used to laugh
at Moscow GUM

—

Interpassive
&
flattened
by repetition

a languid scroll
elides
donate now
to help beirut

—

maybe now
you can
begin
to care
—

minimalism
hides so much
weirdness
if you want
to get away with it

the interstices
the nearest thing
to nothing

—

what to produce
from a language
always insinuating
rationality?

(not a snicker
nor a smile)

—

spitting chips
into what
for what?

wait a minute

what about
faking
a collective

two faced
&
turning
on a debit card

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