I feel as though things need to become dirtier and more broken
but I don't know how much more dirty and broken I can become.
Maybe giving up on verse is the key,
maybe giving up on rhyme is the key,
or on form.
(Greenburg stands over me, as does Hemingway,
as does...as does...
I've heard of a liquid diet.
Maybe giving up on giving up is the key.
