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I invite you to think creatively about politics in the age of histamine.

I invite you to think creatively about politics

given men as they are: asthmatic, out of tune and time,

out of bounds and practice. I invite you to run your mouth, to run your hands

through my thin hair like a theme. I invite you to lean your head

against my better judgment. Once uncertainty

ran through these sketches like a Lab. Now, of my early work, a critic has said:

“It was open, so I let myself in.” Ladies and gentlemen,

tonight’s weather has been canceled. The Academy has condemned

the blue tit. The poor are stealing the saltlicks. Grenades luxuriate

in the garden of decommissioned adjectives. It is the Sabbath. I must invite you

to lay down your knowledge claims,

to lay them down slowly and with great sadness.

Given men as they are, women pack snow into jars for the summer ahead.

Given men as they are, the trees surrender.