The Dead Eat Everything

Self-Portrait with Big City Religion

43 s e L F - P o r t r a i t W i t h B i g c i t y r e L i g i o n you welcome the collapse of all matter: gunmetal and mulch, knuckle and rain. you are one sucker punch away from the sermon bursting forth like window shards. The block is heavy with bodies, with little oceans of regret and pocketknife prayers. only the dead stay underground, you preach. The world is storming. you are earthworm, you remember. your entire body is mobile, the path is longer than three hundred of you. you, that designer skull, that ecosystem of nerves in a box. Become unbundle. Become the bridge falling into the river. you will lie open like a market in morning. Forget the steep incline of summer: the bombmaker sweats even when there is no bomb. ...