this is some hard music
to listen to. my dutch clogged
name. what you’ve heard about me is
whom I’ve predated. some of it hostile
and probably not well-informed. some of it
mediated. as a port’s port,
I have my baby like a mushroom,
pinning away for
my own logged arrhythmic growth.
my developing chestnut nubs.
my coup d’épée as king
oyster. the spongy spores are all ready
there. I am an ever-changing
something. a sprouted hair.
