A trope is nothing other than falling
in love with repetition! Buy
your girlfriend flowers that are
metaphorical—in the sense that stars
are always metaphorical [un-
purchaseable; henceforth! anti-
capitalist [?].] Look at yourself,
you’re 265 years old and still
breaking hearts, tenderly,
slowly, all those good ways—with words,
words, those secret mirrors.
Five Words for William Blake on His 265th Birthday (after Jack Spicer), S. Yarberry
Also, Tyger Quarterly, Issue 11: Fall 2024.
