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Surplus

I sat on the patio and wrote

Each afternoon I would sit on the patio where one waggish, unmoored

tendril nodded emphatically and the tree cast a web of nervous yet

resilient shadows, while the crickets had no idea what they were

insisting on—

but then what’s an idea?

I might visualize living sculpture (in which subjectivity, unable

to either detach itself from the body or direct it, had a public

experience of itself as surplus) without wishing to harm anyone.

In fact, I did.