WHEN DOES YOUR NAME STOP BEING FUNNY?

ANNA CABE

after Korakrit Arunanondchai
 
When you climb the tower shaped like a sail

in the desert with your bare hands, flesh singeing. When

you graffiti Mount Rushmore with Jesus fish and

peace symbols and don’t get caught. When you French

kiss a ghost and bottle his ectoplasm for sale. When you prove

the existence of God with a quill and a pendulum. When you

swim across a ten-mile sea of neon paint and emerge,

from the rainbow foam, like Venus, like a pearl without
price, your skin will glimmer like the gold

standard, and everyone will know your name.

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