A quick and unorthodox post.

Italy is well proportioned. America is not. I hope there will be a part two for this to be contrasted with.

Proportions (no. 1)

We like to make

ants

of ourselves

to marvel

at the works

our insect

arms have hurled

at the sky.

Stack

the

buildings

higher!

Twenty story

monuments

to the twentieth

story—

if we block out

the sun

electric lights

will soothe

the ache.

We’ll take communion

in the Y

with dropped

ceilings below

the law firm

with Tuscany

in the waiting room

(painted-on vines

and plaster imperfections

for character

and comfort).

they must have delicious wine.

this bread is stale.

One of the taller bugs

raises an arm in praise

and jostles a white panel

from the hanging grid.