Oh, this poem is joy to read. There's something creepy and beautiful about it's vivid, imagistic declarations. I am partial to the images of french toast as prepared with an eye dropper (an influence from Jhonen Vasquez's _Invader Zim_?) and to that moment of clarity that can hit one while in the back seat of a car driving around Pittsburgh--but that's me. Each sentence creates a world. Go forth. Enjoy.
Mathias Svalina's "Creation Myth."
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