I tear the page for burning—

let thick smoke stew from ashtray.
 
I am trying to tell you everything
I can this way: media of places 
subsumed—Old Burnside
before the TVA—ditches, creeks
of my childhood—doodles of eyes
tubular and cartoonish—silk & slack—
& Jennieanydots—ideas about sound
as a manifestation of energy, as an
object you can hold—practicing bad
cursive—Kermit and Piggy’s poodle,
Foo-Foo—how swamps are like lungs
for the world—sick—light gray plastic
from the 80s. My letters are bubblicious
like a child’s.