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  • All Business, and: Unavoidable Rendezvous
  • John Yau (bio)

ALL BUSINESS

We acknowledge with audible pleasure the receipt of your most recent complaintWe readily admit that you are justified in your attempt to solicit another opportunity

We are anxious to make you understand why we are not at your service at all timesWe are confident that you will have no further trouble making sizable concessions

We readily admit that you are justified in your attempt to solicit another opportunityWe assume our exceptional confidence expresses the proper level of appreciation

We are confident that you will have no further trouble making sizable concessionsWe realize that this is simply an unavoidable oversight on your part

We assume that our exceptional confidence expresses the proper level of appreciationWe regret that we are unable to correct the matter of your disappointment

We realize that this is simply an unavoidable oversight on your partWe have discovered that this misstep required us to adopt harsher measures

We regret that we are unable to correct the matter of your disappointmentWe quaff mugs of delight while recounting the details of your latest inconvenience

We have discovered that this misstep required us to adopt harsher measuresWe will be glad to render you any assistance that isn’t too costly

We quaff mugs of delight while recounting the details of your latest inconvenienceWe acknowledge with audible pleasure the receipt of your most recent complaint

We will be glad to render you any assistance that isn’t too costlyWe are anxious to make you understand why we are not at your service at all times [End Page 181]

UNAVOIDABLE RENDEZVOUS

You begin hearing things—stages of impotence and snippets of sobs.I know of a city where tourists stop to draw their outlines in chalk.

When are your contents scheduled to expire? Will you still be here when they do?I wanted to be a portrait artist until I realized I had to remember someone’s falling face.

I know of a city where tourists stop to draw their outlines in chalk.Gathered beneath soiled clouds—the color of rats when they finally stop running.

I wanted to be a portrait artist until I realized I had to remember someone’s falling face.I keep meticulous records of the condensation I collect from the tops of leaves.

Gathered beneath soiled clouds—the color of rats when they finally stop running.What will you do after you boil the last bit of smidgen sitting in your fridge?

I keep meticulous records of the condensation I collect from the tops of leaves.I have always practiced hissing when strangers knock on my door.

What will you do after you boil the last bit of smidgen sitting in your fridge?I will glue sheets of bright blue paper to my window. I will close my eyes.

I have always practiced hissing when strangers knock on my door.You begin hearing things—stages of impotence and snippets of sobs.

I will glue sheets of bright blue paper to my window. I will close my eyes.When are your contents scheduled to expire? Will you still be here when they do? [End Page 182]

John Yau

John Yau was the recipient of the 2018 Jackson Poetry Prize. His reviews of contemporary art regularly appear in the online magazine Hyperallergic Weekend. He lives in New York.

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