By James Croal Jackson
I know
I know
if I can understand you I am an asshole
but I want you to do well
I want you to write in the sun
barefoot on brick with birds humming from their bones
what is a comma
but a fucking shadow scythe
who cares
if the number eight
is spelled 8
or synonymous with infinity?
you know more than I do
this I know of all of you