Because last night I stopped after "Logical Like a Baby" because I needed this poem for a while. It to hound and terrify and enyearn.
The writing of poetry and masturbation and diarhhea and getting fat, and other instructions, and mother and (her) father and the baby's father (who is mother's husband) and Kanoko are in competition, re-placing, mechanically but also frantically, to be possible and impossible, in memory and in story.
Hiromi Ito! In a translation by Jeffrey Angles. Go buy your copy now, from Action Books. Read some poems on Action Yes.