Marginal Note

The glue spreaders are dying  

and the eaves are drying

after their nightly cry.

Nothing sticks anymore.

The singularity of doing

something for the first time,

the myth, the superstition, 

the melancholy. 

We must imagine Sisyphus 

happy, Camus tells us,

doing the same thing everyday 

as if it were the first time.

[LSS, 12/3/24]

Couplet

When you wake up you will see 

all of the houses are now trees.

[LSS, 12/3/24]