S’OK I Used the Toaster

The poem indicates the same minutes as the film is length: I am going to watch it.
It is self-referring and a put-off, like when he turned from me—like when I turned from him—
love being out there unembodied: “Give it to me!” scream the eyes
of one not settled, though the flow, the flow
of the cut is not well. And I didn’t go

so imagine a little boat in a world of just ocean, just boat,
just you watching—like a test against Newton—as you find

the love of the boat on the boat! You look down
into the boat and in all that water: there it is! Just when you’d moved
to the empty globe too—because are not those cuts

that break flows sinister?—and you discover love! that isn’t

even written in the boat! And how many dimensions do you have now?
Plenty! O globe! Einstein! You touch yourself
beyond the word for pleasure and it is just

O isn’t it just.