modu (tarte)

Like a metal detector detecting another metal detector.

Like two lonely scholars in the dark clefts of the Cyrillic alphabet.

Like an ancient star slowly getting sucked into a black hole.

So hard we break international sporting legislation, leaving the conveners of the Olympics

with a serious logistical challenge.

You are a denim tree and I’m the world’s fastest autumn.

I am the Atlantic Fortress, and you are General Sherman taking me from behind.