To place the star

in start, to nova

most simply

is to ply piles

of lines, to stack thought

like bricks or no

one’s gonna

take you home. I was listening

to Destroyer on 16th St.

across from the defunct psychic

“Play your English music

though you know it will come to no

good.” Three lines, staggered

together, until the snowball

startled close. An entire book like that.

Hearing Anselm read at Pete’s

and seeing what I had: avalanche.