That everything's inevitable. That fate is whatever has already happened. The brain, which is as elemental, as sane, as the rest of the processing universe is. In this world, I am the surest thing. Scrunched-up arms, folded legs, lovely destitute eyes. Please insert your spare coins. I am filling them up. Please insert your spare vision, your vigor, your vim. But yet, I am a vatic one. As vatic as the Vatican. In the temper and the tantrum, in the well-kept arboretum I am waiting, like an animal, For poetry.
From The Heaven-Sent Leaf by Katy Lederer. Copyright © 2008 by Katy Lederer. Used by permission of BOA Editions, Ltd, www.boaeditions.org. All rights reserved.