, says my boyfriendand Ted Kaczynski, turning clichés into bombs. My boyfriendwho is not the Unabomber loves meWe dream over the phone, count the days until our next visit.At Whole Foods before Valentine’s Day, I buy a red velvet cakeI’ll eat alone. A man walks out with a double dozen red roseswrapped in cellophane. I miss my boyfriend. Can I eat my cakeand have it, too? Transposed verbs are what got Kaczynski caught—his use of language, his arcane mind, but he wasn’t wrong.What good is having a cake if you can’t eat it? That clumsyphrase comes straight out of Middle English, straight frommy valentine’s red mouth. He long-distance laughs as I puzzlethe meaning but isn’t that the point? Love is a kind of syntax,a soft rhyme, prison time. I’m eating my cake and having it, too.
MANIFESTO
Jan 01, 2024
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