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| \\\ 7 \\\ A man will email, Some say the stars The Mayans called. it may be me, saying it may be me, saying he will return it tenfold. he’s of a distant relation, he’s Do it this time just to see just Do it this time what happens. I have faith what happens. I have that if you give him a dollar him give that if you whatever we want to believe. whatever want to believe. we and lullabies. I say we believe believe I say we and lullabies. in our spectacular possibility. our spectacular in They want their calendar back. back. calendar They want their are a scam. That I sell snake oil snake sell are a scam. That I Your Daily Horoscope Daily Your /// 8 /// | Dear Wolf: wonder if how we sayaplacewonder ifhow changes aplace. Changethisplace. I place. the changes place a say we how if wonder I howdy. boy irregularity, its breath, the on focus to me tells tape meditation thinkToI breath. Here about disease. Again.breathe. how.And A about disease. 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A man next to you question won’t You You would ask questions if you this weren’t a stranger, a stranger, this weren’t if you ask questions would You Childlike scrawl, every scrawl, Childlike letter drawn over and over itself the sign under which Christ was born and Abraham too. the sign under which a crude circle cut in triangles, each an astrological sign: an astrological each triangles, cut in a crude circle and wisteria reminding you of the south you left. of the south you you There is reminding and wisteria At the corner, Jehovah’s Witnesses will hand out pamphlets— Jehovah’s At the corner, /// 10 /// | Google theScarecrow,Google him tornapart. say hello toSabrina, Make your waytowork, bangsonthewindow.until theowner shop in thestorefrontglassjewelry ofthemostlycostume A kidwithadiamond tipped scribewilletch hisname | \\\ 11 \\\ exist monsters Dear Wolf: Dear tales to tell of tails of tailstales to tell mermaids and men sickness by bloodlet sickness how this then different gods wrestle each other gods wrestle each lay back and let us leech and let us leech back lay what is unknown is threat what is unknown is threat sea horse, sea bear, sea pig sea horse, sea bear, in everyin expanse uncharted while Poseidon plays his lute plays while Poseidon a spinney whale of two spouts a horse with the tail of a serpent cavities come from tooth worms their world known world their only by lore and tale Early mapmakers thought the world equitable thought the world Early mapmakers for everyfor its counterpart on land animal at sea your happiness promoted by happiness spleen and humors your /// 12 /// | what is unknown ismonster.what isunknown To testfor magicandspell from yours DearWolf? | \\\ 13 \\\ This is not entirely true: This is not entirely it’s just fucking aggressive. aggressive. fucking just it’s A Katrina dog, street puppy. puppy. street dog, A Katrina your life in any way. It’s true. It’s any way. in life your We have a trainer for our dog for a trainer have We because it’s “leash aggressive.” “leash aggressive.” because it’s The stars and planets will not affect The stars will not affect and planets Single white corgi mix seeks same for for same mix seeks white corgi Single Today on the internet someone shares: someone shares: internet on the Today no strings attached fun (must be fixed). attached no strings on dirty intimacy Some issues. laundry. Your Daily Horoscope Daily Your Long, silent stares across blocks, sleeping sleeping Long, silent stares across blocks, is on at 7 and I’m eating nachos. nachos. eating is on at 7 and I’m The Voice Tinder for dogs. It’s like real life but better. but better. real life like dogs. It’s for Tinder The Brazilian student-teacher sex-tape student-teacher is a hoax,The Brazilian not a student and not a teacher. An attractive man An attractive not a student and not a teacher. and a young girl with terminal cancer killed herself. cancer killed herself. with terminal girl and a young died today Someone shares one of the guys from Car Talk /// 14 /// | your life in anyway. None ofthiswill. andplanets willnotaffectThe stars soon hisfaceshoppedinto Givenchy ads. sexiestmug-shotcontender,and theinternet hasanew for wearing aFox onHalloween Newscostume beatamanwithanumbrella Cruz in Santa | \\\ 15 \\\ Dear Wolf: Dear We’re in We’re LA , for wife procedure dad’s Dad’s says. A couple minutes later, Dad and I are scheduled in rooms next to each other and he’s naked under gown bumbling around pen a for looking tech, the off pissing radiologythe panel, control was Kennedy when old was he like looks Dad what.knows god for in office andcouldn’t find I’m his bellybutton Today that. knows Dad dying? he’s you if that find, asked MRI his him to. will What my warm and iodine with me fill will they where scan CT a for here body from the inside like a strange brandy drunk: first my brain, the x-ray as axial appendages, finally and belly, and groin my then spins around me like a giant rotisserie. I chant in sync with the rhythm of the machine’s hum and its instructions to breathe, I donut. am a jelly I buy donuts after procedures from the fancy donut treat.special The and donuts vegan, named a are pop, four bucks place, my puns of rock bands—that’s how fancy it is—like the yo la mango in Everyone almond… gg or kill) (bikini kill banana or tengo) la (yo wonder I and dying and old is lab imaging the of room waiting the talking phones, cell their on is Everyone hard. so trying they’re why to kids and loved ones: /// 16 /// | Your Daily Horoscope Everywhere a.gif gift. Everywhere He willthenwaterthesapling. around hisneck toasapling. anoose tying of aclown Someone willsendyou a.gif | \\\ 17 \\\ its heaving mice living, mice living, how to feed: the babies play. The sea infinite The sea infinite The boat is wet. The boat is wet. rainfull & kisses rainfull A storm coming. Dear Wolf: Dear The river is a snake The river The river is swollenThe river and laps the banks. and laps and laps the banks. and laps I hate this damn boat. I hate this damn I hate this damn boat. I hate this damn the snake’s hatchlings. the snake’s Too young they don’t know they young don’t Too The river is a swollenThe river snake and laps the banks & writhes. and laps They black. wet are covered in The river a swollenThe river pregnant snake. /// 18 /// | Your Daily Horoscope People aredicks. what happensifthedog’s blind. Someone else willask and alsoresponsiblefor coupling. mothers andoffspring encourages bonding between Thecuddlechemical releases oxytocin. with itlike achild. Rover’s look about adog’s gaze, whywe bond Someone willshareanarticle | \\\ 19 \\\ Dear Wolf: Dear I like her, she says. her, I like like some sad pop song some sad pop like We wait. Always waiting. We Me too. Intake asks me up Me too. Sickness makes us children. makes Sickness and I want to tell him I’ve him always and I want to tell thought Adam Levinethought Adam was a sleaze of our lives. An old couple bickers – old couple bickers An of our lives. so I answer, One-oneone-eightyone. so I answer, but here we’re reduced to birthdates reduced but here we’re We echo. I ask Janna what she thinks what she thinks I ask Janna echo. We One-oneone-eightyone, myself. I sing Like a chorus, One-oneone-eightyone. a chorus, Like stars when I’m gone or I will miss him or that the iron in my blood is just dead my blood is just in or that the iron Sometimes people talk people Sometimes to remove weight. Boredom again the defining characteristic characteristic the defining Boredom again explains things to each other they mostly know. other they mostly know. to each things explains . on The Voice singer old Louisiana soul of the 13 year /// 20 /// | Your Daily Horoscope and Iwent tohoroscope school. but that’s for you todecipher thisday andspace. I’d tell youand density more for you: something aboutvolume There’s something there,asciencelesson, before it’s foamed shape. its andtakes littleliquid milkthere There isvery Also, this–thelatte in exists concentrate. Butthat’scorn syrup. neither herenorthere. entirely adifferent thing. Inthiscase,high-fructose You like onething maytaste butyou are and overpriced. Butdeceptive in your flavoring. the latte. You arethe latte. No, notfoamy about thattoday, Stargazer. Andimagine in pumpkin spice?Iwantyou tothink there’sspice. Didyou know nopumpkin a’pumpkin everywhere leafing and FallLeaves isfinally here. | \\\ 21 \\\

you little I spit I miss fingers you are you gathers Say bird Imagine that love and after and tenses its tiny beak its tiny in my mouth in a retired geek: geek: a retired releases before releases can be so whole the way a crowd you a body limp you Dear Wolf: Dear convulsions before your head quivering your /// 22 /// | full ofapplause. and so hollow full ofbones a stage without shape littering and headless bodies so many a snake eating a snake a tether teeth teething in mine your tongue body dearsnake all bodywhole around abody wrapped | \\\ 23 \\\ literally navel gazes. literally navel metal if you gray and a good spot and open The morning is a gunThe morning is unusually crowded. look hard enough you look hard enough on the upper rail, find on the upper rail, You jockey for position for jockey You of self-interest. One guy of self-interest. The bus is a carnival ride The Chinatown bus today but rather it’s tiny pictures tiny but rather it’s and no one’s volume muted. muted. volume and no one’s can see the circular striations can see the circular You May Know” know, do you You When everyone starts singing, Facebook. None of the “People of the “People None Facebook. of all the other bus passengers. Everyone cellphones is on their playing Farmville and Bejeweled, and Bejeweled, Farmville playing of where the hills were machined. machined. of where the hills were surprised, you know you all the words. surprised, Your Daily Horoscope Daily Your /// 24 /// | Dear Wolf: why somuch hasvanished. I have noideawhywells children love or Angeles seenawell. upin even Los andhadnever I grew toflash back upso by light. we could communicate would foodThey lower tous,radios,andtiny mirrors andgirlslived thatlooked boys just like me. for children hungry where atthebottomapitgut todarknesswith stoneteethyawning My childhood’s maw greatestthreatwasanearthen otherweek somekidfell into awell.every I rememberwhenwasakid | \\\ 25 \\\ They begin to sense your fraying They to sense your begin Well, Stargazer, today is your day. day. is your today Stargazer, Well, will be returned. Allwill be returned. 8,000 of them. Soon they front door, are all at your for jobs. Today every jobs. Today sent resume you for You pick it up, call waiting interrupts. call waiting it up, pick You you say. The comments become angry. say. you Your Daily Horoscope Daily Your When one call is done, the phone rings. Before the riot, shutter the windows,Before you and like teenage lovers become incensed: and like What, you don’t want to work for us? Fine. for to work want What, don’t you put your phone into airplane mode and go mode and airplane phone into put your pitchforks, torches, gnawing at each other, at each gnawing torches, pitchforks, back to bed. The covers are cool to the touch, to bed. back Your email pings. And then again. And again. And again. And then again. email pings. Your throwing out offers, benefits, matching 401ks. benefits, matching throwing out offers, and for the last six months you’d been applying six months you’d the last and for Kind of. Imagine you just moved to a new just you region Imagine of. Kind No, that’s not what I mean, hold on, one second, that’s No, You get a notification on Facebook, then another. then another. Facebook, get a notification on You Cute picture, one writes. Want to come work for us? for to come work Cute picture, one writes. Want and you dream of riding an endless escalator endlessly. an endless escalator of riding dream and you Your Instagram tie has a 1,000 new photograph of a dog in likes. Your /// 26 /// | Dear Wolf: no vehicle tosleep. Ilay notenornow medown just outofreach -theword alight touch uncoupled and areonlylightlyassociated tosomething like touch becomemeaninglessas words like untilthey thisbody in themouthvowelfat onthetongue and over field plow oxen a dawned child’sover prayer rolled a machine tilling itself soilturning onitself itself over you’re imagining thebodyittakes thebody inside hereafield adevil to turn anopening organ issuspectreadywilling stretched and every skin muscle covers how bone covered a connectionplace ofconvergence andtouch the joint inflamed herethecoupled yoke the splintered skin anemptied vessel already troubling themorning how mybodyhasbecome ofmorning the animal stretch andlungyawn this violentbodyawoke You’re thebodyitawakes | \\\ 27 \\\ in the streets. in crumble. Blood will break loose. Today, Stargazer, Stargazer, Today, The dog will yowl. The dog will yowl. and bone and nail. and bone and nail. Stargazer, time will time Stargazer, the watcher. Today, Today, the watcher. break. So will teeth Infrastructures will in the desertin off i90. Reading your charts, your Reading time observer. You are You observer. time will break. Horoscope, will break. Horoscope, This is all ok, Stargazer. This is all ok, Stargazer. then as they say, all hell then as they say, from the Latin, literally, First, meteors, then fire, First, then fire, meteors, unfortunately, everything unfortunately, so that you may stockpile it in it in may stockpile so that you your survivalist uncle’s bunker bunker survivalistyour uncle’s what it is most important to you I can say this would be a good time be a good time I can say this would to take inventory personal and decide Your Daily Horoscope Daily Your /// 28 /// | The onesfromTrader Joe’s. Bring thosepeanutbuttercookiesIlike. | \\\ 29 \\\ Dear Wolf: Dear this wound, the hand this wound, Maybe. I have shownMaybe. I have you the pavement or the tires or the tires the pavement where the skin was taken where the skin meet the road or my hands meet the road or my because it was an accident. There is only gravel and glass and glass There is only gravel not quite what was has grown not quite Here is where the rubberHere is where the meets I can never describe an accident over it and when I rub my finger over the wound the palm I knowover the palm the wound left here to her where something is what was left but not what was. something is missing. What is here is missing. something in your scalp, under our fingernails. scalp, your in meet gravel or whatever the expression. meet gravel /// 30 /// | Your Daily Horoscope and Iwon’t stop untilanother12Iget. in mymouthtoleave 12feathers onyour pillow of opossumandIwasthefirst tocatch asparrow another 12weeks. Mykin were allpicked a12pack offby openearly,my eyes dumb alltheotherkittensstaying andblind pricked stars 12 and moon The celebrated. one no cried, one No 12midwifes to12fathersinby alitterof12. midnightbirthed at inOrleans New cemetery Louis St. in#12 the What Idowantyou fromthis,Stargazer, totake isIwasborn and Dr. John isuglyasfuck. different things aretotally –one’sThey gotboozein it– but really, champagne andsoda isn’t auseful comparison. unless hecooksareallygoodporkchop, sure, than mysoda pop. Idon’t ifIagreewithhim know your Cadillac nohipper thanmybus stop, your champagne nohipper Dr. John sang, Your steak ain’t nohipper thanmypork chop, | \\\ 31 \\\ Dear Wolf: Dear never directly across never directly Entering light is reflected Entering You mention parallax stars You from each other but offset. from each at ninety degrees to passing the highway from each other the highway from each at headlight height face across at headlight height motorists. Reflectors mounted motorists. Reflectors Additional reflectors are required where roadsides slope downward. how traffic slows when no one does. how can only see by away we looking /// 32 /// | Your Daily Horoscope in Star City is a slow moving process. moving isaslow City in Star You’ve buteviction calledthecounty You don’t have thatrecourse. even you forewent deposit. of your heart when hesignedtheleasesooutofkindness throughsomefinancialThe moonwasmoving problems broken porcelain night, andtubs. toilets every Cocaine-fueledthat makes parties noonecomfortable. at theneighborhood kidsontheir Huffies in away ontheporchsits in theafternoonandleers Ellen allday, slightlyshimmying whenshedances, hedoesn’tSlovenly work, watches Stargazer, andhe’s aterribletenant. You have amoonin your secondhouse, | \\\ 33 \\\ Dear Wolf: Dear make their own steam. own their steam. make We touch back like spark: like back touch We in gymin me how horses and tell current cam current coil current.current cam current Ask if I remember running suicides /// 34 /// | Your Daily Horoscope your genitals andapologizeamillionmoretimes.your genitals at look will you urinating, while bathroom, the in Later goodbye. time, your for you Thank real. for am I but Jackson, Miss sorry, I’m a After subscriptions. CEO’sa interactionwith gatekeeper,bad particularly database say: will you their renew can they that so – transition, stuck baseballsomewhere between game and bedtime ridingskirts, boots, and transition – lenses billowy that no longer casual biz ren-faire in imagine you people to calls telemarketing making while pad company a on lyric doodle will You it. shake won’t you office, the in bus, the on dog, Walkingthe hair. pubic your over all toothpaste froth will you notes, pop and toothbrush of full mouth your hum, ceaselessly will you shower, you When head. your in song fifteen-year-old a with today up wake Youwill | \\\ 35 \\\ strangers. if I let myself if I let myself the strangest I sleep too much I sleep too much Several ago years Disease makes us Disease makes Dear Wolf: Dear most the day away. most the day from place from place from from place Alabama and Louisiana you set fire to the cattle. set fire you on the highway between somewhere Mississippi in the highways of the southeast. I became unable to distinguish the headlights of a passing truck. the headlights of a passing dream from memorydream from reality The whole field orange in the dark dark in the orange The whole field from the man-sized pines that litter that from the man-sized pines Places I’d never been I’d been before. never been I’d I’d Places from roadside fires and Waffle Houses Waffle and from roadside fires Fantastic things happened the night before: happened the night things Fantastic /// 36 /// | they aren’t very lucky for rabbits. aren’tthey very feetProblem withrabbits’ have tolay herdown. in theworld andyou memory,loses its can’t find place its the bike goes into shakes, of aminer’s death Like themercurialism slick.the roadgrows to thesurface A lightrain brings theoil up the wind behind you. and keep trafficmoving, to wardoffbadspirits The foot agoodluck charm Dragon’s blood. Wounded monster. the cinnabar mines. on themapandbuiltaround in Terlingua, unmarked theghosttown, and skinned lovingly road killfound of your Honda 250, pinned tothetank A West Texas jackrabbit | \\\ 37 \\\ in shade clouds around. shade clouds in In red hood holding your sleeve, your In red hood holding In the sawdust the children dance. the children In the sawdust The children dance in the sawdust. in dance The children In this field we will find each other. find each we will In this field We will find each other in this field. other each will find We Your feet kick up this dust. This earth up this dust. kick feet Your you walk towards walk you shadow. a man, your Your Daily Horoscope Daily Your /// 38 /// | Dear Wolf: I willweep for you asmyown. Small toothedandugly, sexunsure. loose. Naked butstillclothed. You arenotgrowing, skin of fish,huckleberry, andwasps. ants You for theblood hadnotaste abandoned, your smell sweet. you camenakedHow andstill, when toorough. with theothersbutintervened with theothers,letyou play rough I tookyou tomybreast, a strangematte,full ofburs. fur sickly andunderweight, you were unlike theothers: When you arrived we knew | \\\ 39 \\\ died. and wear and wear the name important You will not You are grieving. are grieving. You will wake will wake You that someone up in a dream a dream up in They will plan a train robbery. robbery. a train or relationship. be able to place be able to place And you will say, will say, And you They will all talk Even the women the women Even not to know you. You will get a note will get You but it’s me, it’s me. me, it’s but it’s and they will pretend where all your friends where all your like vaudevillian villains villains vaudevillian like in fake southern accents fake in And tie you to the tracks. And tie you phony black moustaches. moustaches. phony black Your Daily Horoscope Daily Your /// 40 /// | Dear Wolf: This place alwayssofull, alwaysbreathing. could somethingHow sogreensuffocate. Says thechild saysthatthemarble’s not socold. and leave thematthefoot ofourbedsin thecementshade. willbring tulips I sayit’s allgoing tobeok,thateveryone The Spanishmossliesaboutme,saystree,andtells theothers ourfuneralcreeper. trumpet Its your limbs,I know thecat’s claw saystotree. your mouth,thestonesaystowater.I know a child saddling atortoise. Here, awish.tree.statue: the fountain’s surface. We sayhushbefore astone’s skipped across A lightfinger mouth. pressedtobowed In thegreenandin thereedgrasswe tell secrets. | \\\ 41 \\\ Your Daily Horoscope Daily Your There is a beach. A party. A beach party. You come beach across this party and everyone is in your formal name but you’re wear. unable Everyoneto place theirs. New in knows Each meal a face car, is a of a backseat the soft jacket, a of inside memory:the a a for train, shared Jersey waiting key bump a in bathroom when you were 19, a class in grad school on Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, a street vendor hawking hot tamales in a neighborhood you left years ago. Maybe. You think. name. But They have read books they on making friends all and influencing know your people and they use your name like punctuation, like breathing, like metronome. Someone suggests lighting a fire but there is no wood, no kindling. feel You immense guilt for not remembering clothes your since and yours, knowing all they and name anyone’s are not as a fine, upyou offer them. They say thankyou and strip the in pile small a in lit shirt and jeans, underwear, Your naked. you Theysand. go in up flamesquickly and reduce themselves to soft ash burn. in a Theychemical blue look to you hungry when there is nothing left, so you give them your skin and fat. It drips, pops fossilized dots like black turning to tiny the sand, into and sizzles cook to enough are skin and fat your And grit. the in creatures sea off and keep them warm as the sun drops below the blanket of sea. memories Your of those attending the party become clearer and you are almost able to place one of them when your bones are tossed into the flame. Theysay, thank remember father.me? Theyyou, thank say, you, son. Do you Do you remember me? sea, and stars. left. burn until there is nothing Sand, You /// 42 /// | Dear Wolf: our laughter’s echo, hungin air, allofthis,matter. out therejust throughtheglass, thetree,past beyond teachesA woman now him themoon,matter—that that expand. weigh They thebottleandinvisible alters. He’s thescientistifitismatter. asked by Itis.Icanfeel it pumpandfillsaplastic abicycle The kidtakes bottlefull. I canpick itup, hesays.Maybe. hishandsinhe says,space.Helifts frontofhischest. istheproblem.Thekidwaffles.Itaroundus, Air No. Icannottouch anecho. Air, thecardsays. Glass? Yes, matter. Thenextflash card—echo? You canpick upatree,thekidsays.It’s matter. akidflashA manshows card—atree. ofdailystuff life: upspace,hasweight. ittakes matter. work throughdefinitions, They thefamiliar The children onpublic broadcasting aredefining | \\\ 43 \\\ Your Daily Horoscope Daily Your Things Things to be read: coffee grounds & tea-leaves & how you peel an many into or one as curls and rolls rind the If results. test & orange drops J the far how L, curvean the of samples: parts.Handwriting killed Overpopulation note. love a of leaf loose the on stains below, the Mayans. A carnival barker guesses your height and weight for 2 bucks. Stands you in front of a six-foot pole, asks you to your hair back, pull what your favorite coat looks like and which side of the bed you sleep. Misdirection. What you had for breakfast, if lunch, you’ve had rhubarb pie, if you know what rhubarb looks personality, your me tells handedness your read: be to Things like. the wayyou the holdcrook aof pen. your Wherefinger, you place a stamp and write a return address, the address stamp in square upper or right not, or the back of an envelope. How many you pick before rings rotation is fastest at the equator. The earth’s Askphone. the up come, will it when is, water the where gods the how much rain we will see. How we need it. Roll the dice to see what if where we’ll happiness is do, we hard-fought land, but still coming. What good fortune yields. What that means. The world is mostly flat — at least herein the valley. A tarot card reader’s sign promises good fortune all who for enter with a twenty-dollar mostly telepathy, some in Specializes disposition. genial a and bill clairvoyance. Lightning keeps striking the same tree, split then split again to split again. Things to read: buoyancy in the bath, whether your hair sinks or floats aroundyour skull, ifyou close underwater. see can you much how back, lean you when eyes your Imagine a penny dropped from the tallest building, how it drives the surface of the earth. fathoms deep into itself /// 44 /// | Dear Wolf: their gravity different thanourown. their gravity inside theskin andbonecontained, therearethingsIt istheonlytime Iknow our bodiesarecontainers. I tell you flightreminds me andpantomime.all keystone thewindows ranby the scenery we andthetube enter teleportation manhadperfected he knew air travel wasthegreatesthoax You tell meyour fatherbelieved ourdestination. away togotoward We musttravel in thisdirection | \\\ 45 \\\ Your Daily Horoscope Daily Your The men will take you in the forest they come upon your tents in the night and take you sleeping from slumber in your sleep the men take you in the forest they come through the woods slumber your leaves from sleeping you take they and crushing toes under their with ground the trampling you take men the sleep you while feet they put their hands to your necks and take you from your sleeping forest in your tents the men take you they are covered in mud smeared on their faces across your faces the men take you in the forest when you sleep in your slumber and you keep close and tight in the night your back to another’s as you sleep one of you always watchful with an eye toward the horizon you see the men coming to take you in the forest and there is thing not anyone a can do damn as the sun sets and someone nods off and the guard is lost to the night the men take you in the forest when your to hands their putting night the in tents your upon come they mouths the mud on the breath the glint of their knives in their eyes to your necks the men take you in the forest while you sleep the men. for always waiting waiting peacefully slumber your in /// 46 /// | Dear Wolf: The boy knows how many studs in thewall. manystuds how knows The boy thelead. rubs The boy draws outline its The boy in pencil onthewall. iscareful nottochew.The boy The boy rolls its cocoon in his mouth to discern under his tongue. it hatches. before wings moth’s hawk the of pattern the knows boy The manymonthsbefore thelilac how blooms. knows The boy manytoothpicks how arein knows thejar—3,403.The boy ofmercury. thetaste knows The boy your mind’s eye. in hold you thirty-six and one between number a knows boy The your behind back. holding you’re fingers many how knows boy The | \\\ 47 \\\

The boy knows name but not his own. your The boy knows Arabic, French, English, Spanish and so on. The boy knows French, Arabic, /// 48 /// | Your Daily Horoscope a fingernail. shella shotgun a tooth a feather full ofboxes: small box inside a to acloset a closet opens without end structed and con- beginning with no a place you enter do how stairway to stairway to adoor a door to build to build You build | \\\ 49 \\\ of car accidents of car accidents a familiar corner a familiar Dear Wolf: Dear at unfamiliar speed at unfamiliar place not importantplace I write poems all my Can you tell me again me again Can tell you the back wheels loosed. loosed. wheels the back how caught fire that forest betweena thief and a lover but the surprise of entering but the surprise of entering on the back of photographs on the back and nothing comes to mind and nothing and that above its thick trees trees and that above its thick Everywhere a threat thread through. with its muzzle. I am thinking of a word I am thinking with its muzzle. to the east a column of black smoke smoked. smoke of black to the east a column paused on its paws picking a burr from its fur paused on its paws picking Animals fled. Birds a murmuration and a black fox a murmuration and a black Birds fled. Animals /// 50 /// | a biohazardbin, cottonballs& jar ofq-tipsto know—glass grown our nestwithtotemallI’ve Today you arethecrow, adorn saycast. specter thrown, Mask fromwitch, tail.Here, anew Here, feathers atyour face. A maskdifferent for each carnival. You areanimposter. zeroone oneoneeightyone. mypasscode my answer a request for myidentity Thief atthedoorofyour den you keepNo isgoodnews, saying, news lover. has disappeared. Your diseasethesame. a pack of7in Siskiyou County but before we celebrate that thewolf isnolongerendangered but you. 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Acknowledgments

Thank you to New Michigan Press for its publication of my chapbook Your Daily Horoscope in 2015, where many of these horoscopes also appeared. Thank you to the following publications in which some of these poems, in one form or another, were first published: Omniverse, Southern Pacific Review, Fanzine, Dream Pop Press, Thermos, Public Pool, DIAGRAM, Sixth Finch, and Verse Daily.

Thank you to my poem-a-day crew who makes sure that I actually do write something during the year: Justin Runge, Carrie Chappell, David Welch, Benjamin Sutton, Avni Janakrai Vyas, Jeremy Allan Hawkins, Michelle Burke, Brett Evans, and S. Whitney Holmes. Thank you to Very Nice and Polite People for all the dancing: Kristel Kovner, Michael Francesconi, Katy Pelissier, Ryan Gorman, and Joshua Rea. Thank you to my teachers for teaching me stuff: Mark Yakich, Molly Bendall, and Michael Martone. Thank you to Andrew Wessels for his friendship and tireless work with this book. Thank you to Elæ and everyone at The Operating System for making this book a book. And finally, thank you to my partner, Janna Knight — for all of it. Essay / Assay: Acceptance, Perhaps A Conversation with Nik De Dominic

Greetings! Thank you for talking to us about your process today! Can you introduce yourself, in a way that you would choose?

My name is Nik De Dominic. I am a poet and essayist. I am an editor of poetry for the New Orleans Review. I am originally from Los Angeles, California. I spent some time in Alabama, then New Orleans, Louisiana, and am now back in Los Angeles. I imagine there’s some deeper significance in that: LA->AL->NOLA->LA. Or at least a chorus, a song.

I teach writing at the University of Southern California where I also co- direct the university’s Prison Education Project. We offer faculty and student led courses at three correctional facilities in the region, as well as classes where USC students and students who are incarcerated are co-enrolled. We are also working towards creating re-entry resources at the university, a prison-to-college pipeline.

Why are you a poet/writer/artist?

This is a tough question. The whole questionnaire is. I either come off self-important or flip. Or, wait, what if I do approach the thing earnestly and people think I’m an idiot? Is now when I talk about generalized anxiety disorder?

Simplest answer - circular, I know - because I am. Here’s where we play the Popeye theme. When did you decide you were a poet/writer/artist (and/or: do you feel comfortable calling yourself a poet/writer/artist, what other titles or affiliations do you prefer/feel are more accurate)?

I drew as a kid. I still do but not well enough to actually do anything with it. Just well enough so when people see drawings, they go, oh, wow, that kind of looks like my dog; didn’t know you could do that. But as a kid, I certainly thought I was going to be an artist. But today, I wouldn’t call myself one.

I hesitate too to say I am a poet. Not because I don’t think I am (it’s different than the art thing; I actually publish this shit) but because when you call yourself a poet, meet someone at a party, people look at you like you’re a wizard - some mystical other of a forgotten fantasy world. That or they think Def Poetry Jam (RIP Kanye): a stage, rhyme, rhythm. Stages I don’t do and rhyme and rhythm, I don’t have.

So, I say a writer. I’m ok with that. It invites the least interrogation.

What’s a “poet” (or “writer” or “artist”) anyway? What do you see as your cultural and social role (in the literary / artistic / creative community and beyond)?

I don’t have those definitions and I think it up to the writer to define that for herself. Here, it’s probably best to talk about my own shit. Many a wonderful poet and artist effect change with their work. I don’t think of my work doing that: I write bad jokes.

What the work does allow me to do and its larger and social role is to keep a job at the university. The university then in turn grants me access to spaces and populations I wouldn’t otherwise have access to. I get to work with students who are incarcerated; high school students; college students from all around Los Angeles, this country and this world, and others, and they in turn get to then go out and define those roles for themselves, as writers and artists and community members. I am incredibly grateful and humbled for that. Talk about the process or instinct to move these poems (or your work in general) as independent entities into a body of work. How and why did this happen? Have you had this intention for a while? What encouraged and/or confounded this (or a book, in general) coming together? Was it a struggle?

Did you envision this collection as a collection or understand your process as writing or making specifically around a theme while the poems themselves were being written / the work was being made? How or how not?

I’m a terrible worker. And I need mechanisms to get things done, both in practice (actual writing of the things) and in content (horoscopes/ wolf poems - the exhaustion of that conceit drives the conceit).

I started the horoscope poems in ‘14 as a result of Poem-A-Day thing I do with a group of poets where we write (or at least try to) a poem a day for April and November. It was initially started to combat NaNoWriMo (why let fiction writers have all the fun). In ‘16 I began theWolf poems in that same group.

I appreciate this archive project because if anyone were to anthologize my work say in 200 years, they’d have to footnote the shit out of it (what’s BEJEWELED? Who’s Miss Jackson?). Often I read contemporaries at like the big slicks (Poetry, NYer and the like) and there’s a wonderful timeless time to the language (The tree blossomed/hands cupped a blossom/blossom blossomed blossoms — the pieces could’ve been written today, thirty years ago, or three hundred years ago). And I’m endlessly envious of those who can strip the today out of the work.

But in both the Wolf poems and the Horoscopes, my interest is the contemporary and a larger critique on consumption (perhaps even self-indictment: I’m chest deep in this shit). I consume. I work through news, Facebook feeds, my phone pings, and those things are central to the book. The theme is that — that and sickness. Disease is the other driver.

What formal structures or other constrictive practices (if any) do you use in the creation of your work? Have certain teachers or instructive environments, or readings/writings/work of other creative people informed the way you work/write?

The poem-a-day stuff mentioned above. Also, I studied with Michael Martone at Alabama and fuck, can that guy exhaust a thing. In fact, one of the classes he teaches is a ‘hypoxic workshop’ where the goal is to produce, produce and then produce some more. The final poem of the book is a result of that workshop. I was cheating his instruction: if the goal was to produce as many pages as possible, how can I do that w/out actually writing, I thought to myself. BOOM, tiny prose blocks! There are other writers, too, ones that live in the ear. Too many to count. Probably you.

Speaking of monikers, what does your title represent? How was it generated? Talk about the way you titled the book, and how your process of naming (individual pieces, sections, etc) influences you and/or colors your work specifically.

The title is about saying goodbye to disease. Letting go. Both in a sort of ‘fuck it’ but also in coming to terms with our mortality and failing bodies. Acceptance, perhaps.

I was diagnosed with Lupus in my late teens, early 20s. Cystic lung disease around 35. About two months ago I had open heart surgery to replace a failing aortic valve. And just yesterday, got word that the pulmonic valve replacement is faulty, that the fuckers have to go back in. OPEN HEART SURGERY II: THE RECKONING. It’s a litany of sickness. All before 40.

But the thing is, I’m not really that sick. I’ve been lucky there. The wolf, here, then is the representation of that sickness — in all its terror. And, too, everydayness, its banality.

I see 4-6 doctors every 3 months. My wife, Janna, likes to say no news is good news. But blowing an hour at the cardiologist for her to say, shit’s fine is frustrating. And then to do it again. And again.

The alternative however is the Saturday morning call when she’s on call, “Mr. Demonic, I want to discuss the findings of your recent echo. I’m a bit concerned...”

What does this book DO (as much as what it says or contains)?

I think of poems as essays, or in the Montaigne sense, an assay; an attempt at understanding. These poems attempt to understand a contemporary condition - to find humor in it and to further explore the self.

What would be the best possible outcome for this book? What might it do in the world, and how will its presence as an object facilitate your creative role in your community and beyond? What are your hopes for this book, and for your practice?

Someone finds it funny.

About the Author

Nik De Dominic is an essayist and poet. Work has appeared in Guernica, Los Angeles Review, DIAGRAM, Fairy Tale Review, Verse Daily and elsewhere. De Dominic teaches writing at the University of Southern California where he also co-directs the university’s Prison Education Program. He is the poetry editor of New Orleans Review and lives in Los Angeles. WHY PRINT / DOCUMENT?

The Operating System uses the language “print document” to differentiate from the book-object as part of our mission to distinguish the act of documentation-in-book- FORM from the act of publishing as a backwards-facing replication of the book’s agentive *role* as it may have appeared the last several centuries of its history. Ultimately, I approach the book as TECHNOLOGY: one of a variety of printed documents (in this case, bound) that humans have invented and in turn used to archive and disseminate ideas, beliefs, stories, and other evidence of production.

Ownership and use of printing presses and access to (or restriction of printed materials) has long been a site of struggle, related in many ways to revolutionary activity and the fight for civil rights and free speech all over the world. While (in many countries) the contemporary quotidian landscape has indeed drastically shifted in its access to platforms for sharing information and in the widespread ability to “publish” digitally, even with extremely limited resources, the importance of publication on physical media has not diminished. In fact, this may be the most critical time in recent history for activist groups, artists, and others to insist upon learning, establishing, and encouraging personal and community documentation practices. Hear me out.

With The OS’s print endeavors I wanted to open up a conversation about this: the ultimately radical, transgressive act of creating PRINT /DOCUMENTATION in the digital age. It’s a question of the archive, and of history: who gets to tell the story, and what evidence of our life, our behaviors, our experiences are we leaving behind? We can know little to nothing about the future into which we’re leaving an unprecedentedly digital document trail — but we can be assured that publications, government agencies, museums, schools, and other institutional powers that be will continue to leave BOTH a digital and print version of their production for the official record. Will we?

As a (rogue) anthropologist and long time academic, I can easily pull up many accounts about how lives, behaviors, experiences — how THE STORY of a time or place — was pieced together using the deep study of correspondence, notebooks, and other physical documents which are no longer the norm in many lives and practices. As we move our creative behaviors towards digital note taking, and even audio and video, what can we predict about future technology that is in any way assuring that our stories will be accurately told – or told at all? How will we leave these things for the record?

In these documents we say: WE WERE HERE, WE EXISTED, WE HAVE A DIFFERENT STORY

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Institution is a Verb: A Panoply Performance Lab Compilation Poetry Machines: Letters for a Near Future - Margaret Rhee My Phone Lies to me: Fake News Poetry Workshops as Radical Digital Media Literacy - Alexandra Juhasz, Ed. Goodbye Wolf-Nik DeDominic Spite - Danielle Pafunda Acid Western - Robert Balun Cupping - Joseph Han

KIN(D)* TEXTS AND PROJECTS

Hoax - Joey De Jesus #Survivor - Joanna C. Valente Intergalactic Travels: Poems from a Fugutive Alien - Alan Pelaez Lopez RoseSunWater - Angel Dominguez

GLOSSARIUM: UNSILENCED TEXTS AND TRANSLATIONS

Zugunruhe - Kelly Martinez Grandal (tr. Margaret Randall) En el entre / In the between: Selected Antena Writings - Antena Aire (Jen Hofer & John Pluecker) Black and Blue Partition (‘Mistry) - Monchoachi (tr. Patricia Hartland) Si la musique doit mourir (If music were to die) - Tahar Bekri (tr. Amira Rammah) Farvernes Metafysik: Kosmisk Farvelære (The Metaphysics of Color: A Cosmic Theory of Color) - Ole Jensen Nyrén (tr. Careen Shannon) Híkurí (Peyote) - José Vincente Anaya (tr. Joshua Pollock) 2019

Ark Hive-Marthe Reed I Made for You a New Machine and All it Does is Hope - Richard Lucyshyn Illusory Borders-Heidi Reszies A Year of Misreading the Wildcats - Orchid Tierney Of Color: Poets’ Ways of Making | An Anthology of Essays on Transformative Poetics - Amanda Galvan Huynh & Luisa A. Igloria, Editors

KIN(D)* TEXTS AND PROJECTS

A Bony Framework for the Tangible Universe-D. Allen Opera on TV-James Brunton Hall of Waters-Berry Grass Transitional Object-Adrian Silbernagel

GLOSSARIUM: UNSILENCED TEXTS AND TRANSLATIONS

Śnienie / Dreaming - Marta Zelwan/Krystyna Sakowicz, (Poland, trans. Victoria Miluch) High Tide Of The Eyes - Bijan Elahi (Farsi-English/dual-language) trans. Rebecca Ruth Gould and Kayvan Tahmasebian In the Drying Shed of Souls: Poetry from Cuba’s Generation Zero Katherine Hedeen and Víctor Rodríguez Núñez, translators/editors Street Gloss - Brent Armendinger with translations of Alejandro Méndez, Mercedes Roffé, Fabián Casas, Diana Bellessi, and Néstor Perlongher (Argentina) Operation on a Malignant Body - Sergio Loo (Mexico, trans. Will Stockton) Are There Copper Pipes in Heaven - Katrin OttarsdÓttir (Faroe Islands, trans. Matthew Landrum) 2018

An Absence So Great and Spontaneous It Is Evidence of Light - Anne Gorrick The Book of Everyday Instruction - Chloë Bass Executive Orders Vol. II - a collaboration with the Organism for Poetic Research One More Revolution - Andrea Mazzariello Chlorosis - Michael Flatt and Derrick Mund Sussuros a Mi Padre - Erick Sáenz Abandoners - Lesley Ann Wheeler Jazzercise is a Language - Gabriel Ojeda-Sague Born Again - Ivy Johnson Attendance - Rocío Carlos and Rachel McLeod Kaminer Singing for Nothing - Wally Swist Walking Away From Explosions in Slow Motion - Gregory Crosby Field Guide to Autobiography - Melissa Eleftherion

KIN(D)* TEXTS AND PROJECTS

Sharing Plastic - Blake Nemec The Ways of the Monster - Jay Besemer

GLOSSARIUM: UNSILENCED TEXTS AND TRANSLATIONS

The Book of Sounds - Mehdi Navid (Farsi dual language, trans. Tina Rahimi Kawsay: The Flame of the Jungle - María Vázquez Valdez (Mexico, trans. Margaret Randall) Return Trip / Viaje Al Regreso - Israel Dominguez; (Cuba, trans. Margaret Randall)

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First meant “instruction” or “evidence,” whether written or not.

noun - a piece of written, printed, or electronic matter that provides information or evidence or that serves as an official record verb - record (something) in written, photographic, or other form synonyms - paper - deed - record - writing - act - instrument

[Middle English, precept, from Old French, from Latin documentum, example, proof, from docre, to teach; see dek- in Indo-European roots.]

Who is responsible for the manufacture of value?

Based on what supercilious ontology have we landed in a space where we vie against other creative people in vain pursuit of the fleeting credibilities of the scarcity economy, rather than freely collaborating and sharing openly with each other in ecstatic celebration of MAKING?

While we understand and acknowledge the economic pressures and fear-mongering that threatens to dominate and crush the creative impulse, we also believe that now more than ever we have the tools to relinquish agency via cooperative means, fueled by the fires of the Open Source Movement.

Looking out across the invisible vistas of that rhizomatic parallel country we can begin to see our community beyond constraints, in the place where intention meets resilient, proactive, collaborative organization.

Here is a document born of that belief, sown purely of imagination and will. When we document we assert. We print to make real, to reify our being there. When we do so with mindful intention to address our process, to open our work to others, to create beauty in words in space, to respect and acknowledge the strength of the page we now hold physical, a thing in our hand, we remind ourselves that, like Dorothy: we had the power all along, my dears.

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