errandt

enter ,tousled wore the

toilet brush ,streaming

’f‘ac’e‘’ its shirt of

feathers flames flushed

with page nor index’ b

loated ham’s salt dri

bbling ,wore the stunk

last hat where ,outside

,the lake quivered in st

uttering wind ,through

the sticky kwikie mart’s

gate ,under the tubes of

light ,the rack of maps ,whirling

...des solitudes effrayantes et arides...

- D. Lévi Alvarés, Géographie génerale et

pittoresque..., 1839

hundir

the shoe ,snoring ,c limbs

the rat or wall ,where

a hand ,or leg ,sweated

and bright ,left a thought

,of drink perhaps ,or

maybe shells ,smelling

the waist ,a neck ,in

bed ,observes its sleep

,and yr pockets with st

ring are filled ,knotty

but not retied ,rem

embering a wind ac ross

the lake ,where the ‘  ’

sunken towels defold

,and wrap the stones

,into their green silt

sunk ,and stretches

its wrinkled tongue

...que llaman zenotes.

- Diego de Landa

not the

it is the was the

wore the bed lint

caca the entroito

severed the in

halfa the in tum

ba the swell the

ash burd the  en tu

tripa sorda que me

habla mi tripa la tri

pa sado tha t’s the

luna r thot that th th

at’s the boy ,hairless

in balloon

it is the

- John M. Bennett