A Naturalist Poem

for Benjamin Bourlier

i was thinking about social

networks and thought

this is stupid; i hate everyone

& thus our synchronicity is networked

(i thought this

             even before

             i thought this

                            even before)

ancient history bends itself

around a kind of labor we are allowed

             not

             to enjoy

like the dog wants to engage

itself in some butt

                            where it becomes

                            a community

                            becomes space