Marcador de Pintura Opaca // Satan, oscillate my metallic sonatas

Here:

Hunt for mother. 39 degrees. Always
take the lesser. Hunt in groups
then singly, simply. Way down
south we'll hear it in the
eyes. Not here. Location is
important: hunt in
night. Compile. Make lists
of trouser shapes, metal-rimmed
cups, sip, teeth
held sideways,
awkwardly. It's a man-hunt.
It's not a man hunt. Leave it
as it is it is what it is
what it is. Memorize. Shrink.
Is this to grow younger is
this what it means to have
fear. Have some crackers.
I'll never use you again.