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Social Capital and the Introduction of the Vanilla Egg
—Kandinsky’s Small Pleasures and Yellow Cow
A pile
of sheep
or armful
of balloons,
dribbling trail
of purses
opening
in unison,
unnecessary
cane, Dreamsicle
scarf corkscrewing
the neck,
but we distrust
Kandinsky’s
pleasures
and the overpriced
café where
the tour ends
almost
as much
as each other,
our headphones
still cupping
our ears
for safety
from each other.
If I carved
with my pen the front
leg of Yellow Cow
for brisket would
security let me be?
Would everyone
unplug, order the blue ribs,
the black hooves
halved from me?
And after we partook,
who would divide
the vanilla egg
beneath her udder
so we could share,
all of us share,
something sweet?
Antipositivism
—Lichtenstein’s Brushstroke with Spatter
A finger inches,
trying to count
the Ben-Day dots
speckling the backdrop
like chiggers dug into
spread lats, then gives up
to Google.
The black and yellow stripe
twists like a garter
snake or the fatwood
seeping turpentine
it muscled beneath.
The blue spatter defies
the arbitrary or unconscious,
its drips and bars and dashes
profiled in black
willful as lines in a coloring book:
a crab carapace thinning
to a tapeworm then swelling
to two lovers’ enfettered torsos
keeping traction on a horse skull.
Then another finger,
trying to count
the Ben-Day dots.