WHEN DOES YOUR NAME STOP BEING FUNNY?
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.