The jigsaw puzzle depicting tiny mountains
Whispering in conspiracy about the wind
Whose pretension keeps it from noticing
The critical pests who animate our trash
Helicopters helmets and heels overhead
Making piglet shadows against the gloom of day
Some things can sip tea and chat about themselves with no end
Without ever giving you a firm phrase to land on
And trust the supposed passivity of things
A friend who’d be waiting in one of your corners
A jury who’d stab light into your blinded histories
Is no wind mad enough to blow it all to hell?
— Michael Zunenshine is a collection of mismatched machine parts, some of which do writing while others do posting as @RealityTVDinner on IG and Twitter.