Over breakfast--

P: Sweden likes to claim it invented the cheese slicer, but so does Norway, and when Norway enters the conversation Sweden tends to back down. On the other hand, Norway also claims to have invented the paperclip, which the Internet pretty convincingly refutes, and Norway tends to back down in the face of that too.

me: So in a game of rock-paper-scissors, Internet beats Norway and Norway beats Sweden? ... which must mean that Sweden beats Internet.

[pause]

me: ... WHICH WE KNEW BECAUSE OF THE PIRATE BAY AND JULIAN ASSANGE.

[poem] from 3 Bewildered Landscapes | Joanna Klink

STARS, SCATTERSTILL. Constellations of people and quiet.

Those nights when nothing catches, nothing also is artless.

I walked for hours in those forests, my legs a canvas of scratches,

trading on the old hopes—we were meant to be lost. But being lost

means not knowing what it means. Inside the meadow is the grass,

rich with darkness. Inside the grass is the wish to be rooted, inside the rain

the wish to dissolve. What you think you live for you may not live for.

One star goes out. One breath lifts inside a crow inside a field.

[poem] Sonnet I: for a dormouse on a doorstep

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hahahahahaha terrible trite sonnets to get me used to the form you do not want to know how many times I had to rewrite this so that it managed to actually contain quatrains INSTEAD OF ENDLESS ENJAMBEMENT