or the simple two-liner:
In
I can’t find my pants.
printed high & to the right alone on its page.
There are moments in these texts
when it feels as if John Wieners & Joe Brainard have melded into one, tho
the eros of it all is broader in fact than that suggests,
more of a post-Burroughs, post-Acker pansexuality
with a glimmer of optimism: