It's Monday again,
so you think
and you chew
as slowly as possible
a new,
cartoon-
red apple
to help dissemble
your true
motivations awhile—those of
knowing,
in the sense of:
absorbing,
destroying,
reconstituting,
and exploiting
pure form and matter
at the causal behest of some
mysterious alleged
form of all forms,
and with the casual
grace of that
penultimate
tool of all tools, your spindly
spare hand,
with the dominant one,
meanwhile, off somewhere
googling
absent-mindedly—
for conciliatory
cat memes about Mondays.
