A universe of
eponymous tuber.
I’ve got limbs stemming
out from me, from
my muscles in every
impossible way. Am
I to climb with them? Or are
they for others to do the climbing?

I thought I was the beanstalk
but then there’s that—
impassable tuber.
Half life, not won,
anguish, folk screen.

Baking show, love, love. Trail
ribbon. Perceptions aerosol
the sons of windows.

All 404, ye who enter here.
Hucked fins, graped raisins,
best of five. A mined mind
mimed Man. Wall sound,
overnight radio, streeted.
Streeted! Lost dog,
broken heart, the sands in the
hourglass were mine. They
were mine. They were.