Always an auspicious beginning to toss in a shoe…

if you threw your shoe into the machine of the world
if you have a shoe
if we all threw all the shoes at once,
jammed its great cogs and pistons,
if it groaned and gradually slowed.

Basma Kavanagh
Literary Review of Canada

The cascading anaphora of “if” over the full expanse of this poem does not lead to a “then” — the future is radically open.

And so for day 3042

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