Find Your Nose

Lot's wife and so much salt
once the perhaps there is no unseen
art as correspondence
ray johnson sliced his collages
and mailed them across Brooklyn; recycled envelopes
find your nose.
Here is hope.

To open held an idea
of a future idea kinesthetic learners are dying to see
up close
Thin strips painted pink
Touch first sense sacrificed
to keystroke disconnect
in its truest form farce
and giddy expectation
Pin your wish to the tree
necessity of danger
is the only interesting one

though she is not often invited back.